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da_notorious_mack:
Rod you stupid....cus even the other two stooge's..
concluded....that tryna win beef wit me is useless!!..
cus ya dont move shit...see all my score's are major...
how you a hustla??...if you cant afford a razor???...
how you a hustla??...when your bank aint right??...
ill have dis bitch tell me wat my shank taste like!!...
that aint "right"...but seems its da only option "left"...
so now im screamn fuck da vets as i cock the techs...
an you dont havta believe me..hell dats fine by me...
means it easier ta catch you slippn...ill fire den flee...
you cant drop fire like me....what titles you hold???...
tag team...but den ya marriage wit I-Bo went cold!!..
me i kick free's harda..spiderman??..you Pete Parker..
tryed shittin on me....is dat how you treat father???..
let the heat blast ya...M-A gets his murkn on..
you lookn silly in dat pic wit ya mums curtain's on!!..
fat head..ill clap lead..squeeze..leave this fag dead..
for living off his past rep........

ZILLA THA GOODFELLA:
we can keep goin back & forth, let this new statement take its course
Mack is kicked out of Elite with force, this here is the official divorce
how am I a hustla? boy you must be kidding, but I'll be forgiving
out here, you can't be labeled a hustla 'less that's the way you living
but you don't know that in the place where macks have no hoes
you don't wanna go blows, from head to toe, I expose those who pose
this is on Elite's behalf, you're out 4 life.. really, you chose to oppose
I always have the last laugh.. you can not see me, not even close
you can scream fuck the vets, but don't get murked with regrets
we can go as far as it gets until you're burned down like cigarrets
I gives a fuck about a damn title, we all know who the best is
I'm the best pound 4 pound wit a bigger heart & bigger testis
you keep talking about my picture, but I'd love to see yours
but you wouldn't show it, we'd know what's not in your drawers!

M Dogg™:
Beating Mack is useless?, dogg don't make me go through this/
The Elite is back on our feet, you can't fuck wit' da Bay, we N2Deep/
This ain't a TLC type Creep, we the shadows in your nightlight when you sleep/
Ya you a King, begging Martin for peace, it's war now, you unleash the X-Beast/
A Tyson line would make this rhyme compete, but fuck this chicken, this is beef/
You got it all wrong, Rod's Da Don, we got Dynamic nukes, we the new Iran/
Rod don't gotta keystyle, he makes real songs, plays when he wants like a young Moss/
Mack think he a boss, a whole lotta lip, your skillz are so real, I call them G-Unit Crip/
You from the D? this bitch a trip, this IE bitch, you put the D on the Elite dick/
Fuck old skool, but you ain't new blood, 5 years asking to get in, like we your true love/
First Infinite, now Mack diss the Elite, pulle out my slumper, thinking sleep got me weak/
Mack don't write his own shit, how he dissin', it ain't his rhyme, i guess we can forgive him/
I got links, don't make me expose more, Hall of Shamer, you ain't worthy of anymore/

Dynamic:
Quit Actin like u Runnin shit U jus Another kid wit Blubber lips
Son of a bitch who Runs to Snitch to the Government
Fuck all the Justice shit. Ill be the Judge of this
U dont want None of this,cause Ill be Bustin thick at ur Rusted Whip
Get Duckin for Cover Quick when the Thunder spit from a hundred clips
I wan' see the Colors mix when i Leave u in a puddle of ur own Blood and Piss
Niggas compare me to PUN or BIG, while u jus a busted bitch on Usher's Dick
Would Chug or Drink his Cum an piss, mixed in a jug of Shit wit Nuts in it
an u Love to get a Rubber Dick an Shove it in ur Butt Till its Blood u Drip
U soft as a fuckin McMuffin is an ur Cunt is Pink, an im 'Lovin it.'
Ur Fuckin lint, wit the fuckin shit u frontin wit, im Disgusted wit' what u Writ
U Rhymin limited Punches an libs an other shit, But nothin's Sick
Bust out the Blunts an Gin ,Cause ur Ripped an This jus is another Win
Cause The Chance that ur Gunna win is a hundred less than One in Ten
Steppin to the ELITE is like missin 4-Fifths of six puzzles mixed, it Doesnt Fit
As im Confrontin him he best hope his Moms can Stitch cus the Punk is ripped
Why u Front an Diss?u jus a bitch ur Moms'll miss, go get ur last Hug and kiss
Mack better say Uncle Quick, cause my Heavy Chevy's Trunk is BIG
Mack not a Thug or Pimp, a Brother or a Blood or Crip, cause ur Colorless
Ill Leave without a Bump or Dent, a cut or slit, cause u dont got a Gun or Switch
So Switch what u comin wit' Cause ima Roast u like Succulent Buttered Shrimp
Use your Body for Sustenance, and Dump whats left like a Ton of Bricks
an Jus for the Fun of it, Ill Leave it Under six and Covered Thick
and leave ur fam Wonderin where the Fuck it is till 2026 when they Discover it

GEAAA Aint NOTHIN,


DYNAMIC

ZILLA THA GOODFELLA:
haha damm, ^ that was hard!!

this cat got the serving of a life-time....it's over mack, you out..

ELITE REMAINS ON TOP, FUC MELANIN N ALL THESE LAME ASS CATS TRYNNA SEE US, TIME N TIME AGAIN CATS GET SMASHED ON.... IT'S BEEN WHAT? 6 YEARS? THIS BOARD WAS OURS, IS OURS, AND ALWAYS WILL BE.

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