glo:

I'm a mad hate rapper that will shatter, splatter your brain
I keep on attackin so u remember my name
i know your not fearless cuz i can tell a fake any day
you weren't born to win.. cuz you were a mistake anyway
This is to easy, i guess there is a such thing as rob and getaway
i understand your my brother
but my rhymes are better
see you do make cents when you rhyme
but see i make that cheddar
i live in the middle of the map
but i'm on top of my game
this lame is acting insane
he about to be put to shame
listen i rhyme 4 real- not that imaginary, fairy-tales vocabulary
i really will merk you and every 1 of my adversaries
if necessary
Don't make me c blue and start carvin my initials deep in your forehead
so everynite b4 bed, u see dem letter GC shine off your bald head

  SpitFire:

Listen where I spit fire drool lava.
Real true shotta.
While you was pissin the bed I was a mobster.
You was sippin' from a bottle I was eatin' lobster.
And I see you ain't learned how to spell either.
It's "scents" not "cents".
Neither of em you make.
This is a piece of cake.
You give me material to take...
And show that you ain't better that me.
I'm cocked ready to squeeze.
I'm a veteran see.
I'm always like this you Jekalling.
Take another sip of your couragous potion.
Cause without it your ass be ghostin'...
I keep tellin' you beatin' you is never more than a notion.

  glo:

I snap nerves
serve factor
on fake actor
that lack verbs
TAG couldn't bust shot from a Gat
So Why don't you try backward
This dudes is a homo
I put it down in the slo- mo
but you still quick to lose
split in two
i rip ya crew
stick fools
with the shank, when the clips won't do
I like a nigga in jail waitin
so come and get me
but if the job ain't done quickly or done swiftly
you can catch a one-fifty
cross the face and then i bang you in yo stomach
and make sure i go in your pcoket after you vomit
if that ain't good enough, i light things up
they love me in the hood , i like a ice cream truck
this is to you and the general public
when you hear me name G-Baby
ain't another nigga above it

  SpitFire:

The first verse was a check mark on a prep-start.
Now your chest marked.
Now you gon' blow up like the death star..
Get it.
I rip shit you dip shit.
Can spit shit that will make Bruce Lee come back and give you a spin kick...
For even trying diss Spit.
You the sucker now you've been licked.
Dissolved in mouth of a beast.
You had the nerve to ask for a piece.
Now you made me let the dog off the leash.
How you gone scream peace after you start some shit.
This is Sparta bitch.
I've just holla'd my set and kicked you into the pit.
It was a nice shoot you took but to bad it was a miss.

  glo:

I'm coming with aggression
no question i'm steadily progressing
I'm rhyming with time and money invested
i've been stressin since i was an adolescent
now shits so dope, i can be charge for possession
i make spitfire wlak off and quit
get pissed, like oh, fuck it
the only time you'd "tip tin"
was if you kicked the bucket
spitfire, this shit will leave you exausted
Sick and Nautious, Better take a Precaution
on my own request, i'll kill you decimate the rest
i don't give a fuck, lyrically burn holes in ya chest
i'm unique, i'll slice yo like gelatin
cut ya skin off, nothing left but a skeletin
stab you with pen that i use to wirte my rhymes with
bleedin on the ground, time to die, like you just snitch
You might spitfire, But dude i reck Havoc
you said i ain't make cents it because i let you have it
and the other scent you need bad cause dude you musty
I dunno if it you or your rhyme but one of them it must be
your rhymes got lapped like hurdles
u wouldn't get a round of applause even if I clapped in circles
G-Baby smoked like grass and herbal
I'll leave ya shell shocked like lightning attacks on turtles

  SpitFire:

I'm on point with every stanza.
Girl you need to back up.
You just mad cause you can't stack up.
You gon make have to act up.
And make the pistols go "Clacka-clacka".
I learned that from an "Outlaw".
Once was orthodox...
Now I've switched it to southpaw.
I got major clout ya'll.
So she need to watch her mouth ya'll.

  glo:

Oh on this dude is a homo
so i let the Fo Blow at his FO DO
snap his neck like a Photo
when I "kick" raps like a Do Jo
take away his MOJO
I'm far from SO-SO
hurting u like a Low Blow
testin me is a NO NO
I put you in Pine box with my Glocks
From Nine Shots
make u brak- fast like IHOP
you Die- ock
in a Dry Spot
cuz you never bust like a Shy Cock
we know Spitfire, But does He Know that we know
how throws out weak flows? I see through him like a peephole
Peeps know that I'm takin this easy like steve Nash at the Free throw
I spit cold, this kid kick me in my mouth - now his feet froze

  SpitFire:

Ain't no use of hidin'.
Everybody know you dykin'.
I'm a homo!!!
But I keep woman pussies wetter than Posiedon.
You gettin' beside yourself.
And I tried to help.
But you rather play the cards thats dealt.
See I'm a wild card and I always call Trump.
And if you think I'm not you at playing with a full deck.
I may flash Diamond but I do cut Hearts.
And leave you laying in the River.
Life is a game of poker.
I Jack Jokers.
And leave 'em with their head down folded.

  glo:

I'm a pitbull off the leash
i barkin speech
like a bull in a pit
I will lift you off your feet
i feel the world is mine i can park it in the street
kick the world illest rhyme make police officier weep
people laying in the concerte exausted from my heat
watching john kerry spit over a micheal moore beat
this is alittle someting that my repertoire boasts
i'm almost was in control of all coast
i gave my fans rhyme to quote, they all dope
total lyrical landslide, give all votes
Fuck it, i'm in the middle of little italy
with a middle man that didn't know diddly
so i killed him lyrical
Big Pun energy, enter me , strengthens me
lay you on the floor, shoot you in the back
make you centipede
My center speed is ten over three

  SpitFire:

I can't believe I'm hearin' this.
And you callin' yourself a lyricist.
This is my ship and I'm steerin' it.
My rap style you fearin' it.
Cause rap styles inferior.
This isn't what you should make a career into.
Lines so alive they leerin' you.
They can beat you down in intervals to a tempo.
Your lyrics are like your mind simple.
After I get through rippin' you, you gon need Dr. Frankenstein to re-invent you.