X - In Da Club Remix - 50 Cent Diss lyrics

(in da club remix) *intro: i don't usually write stuff like this but i actually wrote this In like 65 minutes for fun after hearin' royce da 5'9s sh**. Although I edited a few lines before uploading this Overall I'd say approximately 90 minutes. Or maybe even 2 hours. 2 hours 30 minutes at most I lost track of time I had so much fun with it. so whatever, feel it* I'll wear your g unit sneakers when i start kickin' ya a**,- f**in' with me i'll leave you in a body bag with your hard dick in a cast,- I could smash you for trash talkin' all that crap when ya spit,- Thinkin' you're rappin' the sh**,- It sounds like you don't even have a pa**ion to spit,- 'n i ain't even goin' hard i just felt like smashin' ya hit,- 'cause if i get serious it's gonna feel like i'm stabbin' ya heart- While i'm grabbin' ya art- To crush in my fists,- 'n it feels good'''like the rush in my piss- I'm the sh** boy but y'all ain't flushin' all this,- 'cause i'm too big now so i'm mashin' ya crew,-'n bashin' ya clique- Wonderin' what happened to you-while i'm smashin' ya chick- I'm rappin' the new-flow over your own beat 'cause your style's too old fashioned to do- 'n i actually only wrote this crap in a few,- Minutes i didn't even have the pa**ion to do- A real punchline about your half rhymin' one syllable bullsh**,- Really do you think anyone actually has high standards for the crap they think that you'll spit?-haha right yeah fool quit,- But speakin' of which'''your buzz has been dead for so long you ain't been considered ill in a while,- It's 'cause there's so many generic rappers just like you now so noone's feelin' ya style- Thinkin' you're real /you're just real/ in denial,- But aye it's cool don't be mad in fact take this shot 'n just smile- 'cause this is probably the most publicity that you've got in a while,-but you only deserve a spot in a pile,- Of garbage just sittin' in your mansion writin' sh**ty rhymes tryin' to convince yourself you're hot in denial,- Only these ignorant hoes 'n pop heads are feelin' you homie,- You're only appealin' to lowly- Unintelligent fools but if you ain't fake then you're real 'n you know me,- I'm hungry for bread so if you wanna battle put up a mill(meal)'n you show me- You're truly ready for war but don't BACK DOWN when i start revealin' you phony,- Thinkin' you're real 'n you so G,- Don't start squealin' to poli'''ce 'n praise me as you get on your knees while you kneel 'n you blow me,- 'cause you ain't on the streets workin' sh** the crib which you chill in too cosy,- 'n i got plenty more material for you incase you're feelin' too nosy I'll torture you before i put the steel in you so we,- Are gonna be here /for/ a while 'cause i'm k**in' you slowly,- I'm like dave cha-'''ppelle with my punchlines 'n noone's gonna save ya,- But you ain't even worth destroyin' i just felt like k**in' a beat,- Plus you're just another one of eminem's old tools he used to prostitute let go independent still in the street- Bluffin' claimin' you're the concealin' the heat,- (i didn't get around to figuring out how i wanted to incorporate this material) ...barbequin' M.Cs 'n grillin' the meat,-never feelin' defeat,-i'm real 'n elite- I rep for the real motherf**ers that struggle while you chill in a suite/sweet /buildin' to sleep/keep,- Well you can call that your coffin 'cause i'm puttin' all ya b**hes dogs 'n children to sleep/ You can't stand up to me boy stay still in ya seat... .../'n eminem i don't like dissin' ya crew,-sh** even before i started rappin' i only listened to you/... But back to fifty like i said there's a bunch of names of whack rappers like you i wanna maim so i might be missin' a few,- 'cause y'all are so generic so please excuse me i got a lot of dissin' to do,- 'n i did this all 'cause i know if you don't spit over a hot beat like this practically noone'll listen to you,- So i decided f** it i'ma put my money where my mouth is,-while y'all quiet as mouses,- I'm spittin' bars through a speakerphone with the volume at maximum just to make sure i'm the loudest,- When i call y'all out i rhyme the proudest,-i finish spittin' a line 'n each time the crowd is,- Cheerin' me on,-like i said you ain't even worth my time so get out of here 'n be gone,- 'cause i'm gettin' bored so i'ma end this song by buyin' a'''purse 'n a wrack,- /of b**bs/ For 50 cent 'n curtis you should pay homage 'n thank me 'cause i put you in a verse in a track,- So if you respond you better admit you're worse 'n ya whack- 'n also bare ya implants,- With your fake a** 'cause although there's a slim chance- I'll directly target you while i'm dissin' again...i ain't whipin' my a** 'n i guarantee that this sh** isn't the end /missin' a friend/ ... So yeah uhhh i wrote this in like approximately one hour. I didn't use any prewritten material. Like I knew during the Process of writin' this crap I had some prewritten material but i just thought this would be a fun song i'd upload one day (For Future Reference) I got love for 50. This is just a song i made for fun. Call it stress relief. But at any rate this is just an appetizer Of what i have in store for y'all. Like I said, I didn't go hard on this song. Though I think, as far as a diss track Goes, this is a sufficient one. And like I also said I plan to diss A LOT of other artists, whether it be directly(specifically) or generally I'm tempted to just show y'all 'cause i hate talkin' about it but i'ma save all that for my 2nd album. If y'all have Anything y'all wanna see leave some feedback. I intend to check this thread frequently Peace out, X