Taking Care of Business (R70 Diss)
• Written by RoslanSkeet
//You're no master of beef, R70. You're good, but nice try. You remind me a younger version of me. I'll call you Baby Skeet after this.
R70 thinks he can step to Skeet? Like I ain’t got no disses left in me?
Bitch please, you can rest in piece,
You wanted beef with the best, and the best is me.
You’ve got the flow to make this a contest, but what you rock in flow,
You lack in content.
You should know I’ve killed rappers for lots less, that’s what my job is,
I’m the stopper of progress.
You can’t just walk in, you gotta come in a hearse,
You dug your own grave when you fumbled your verse.
You just need a minute to calm down?
What happened? You shit enough bricks to make your panties fall down?
Your feedback was pretty good, mine was top notch.
I gotta soft spot for pussies like you who are all talk.
You’re my bread and butter to my plate of beef.
One of those fuckers who ain’t afraid of me.
Til I get on a track and fucking blaze you, G.
You gotta keep an eye on what you say to me,
Swing at me, you’ll just graze my knee,
Cause R70 resembles a baby-Skeet.
Let’s get down to business,
R70’s bout to become one of my bitches,
He thought I was kidding when I said I was vicious,
Now I’m bout to kill him, can I get a witness?
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RoslanSkeet
Member since March 31 2014