Grand Wizzards - Diedre vs. Dice lyrics

[Dice Raw] Yo, look at all the scavengers All wannabe contenders Dismember, wack n***as I intend ta Y'all ain't sh** but sticky sh** On the bottom of Timber-lands I know you clam heads wanna surrender Don't even act like the battlefield the place you wanna enter Yo n***as is hopeless, you really need to focus On who's the f**in dopelist or wind up hopeless Lookin for some soup, tryin to recoup Some f**in loot, only thing you get is the boot To me these punk MC's is nothin but fruit Cakes, shake they booty on stage and get head With lyrics that I kick, talkin that bullsh** You might get lit like a front of a spliff For runnin, off at the lips talkin that nonsense Raw get on stage, take your confidence Break you off since powerful defense *fades*