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You have dug your own grave if you say you wanna battle Don't you know your in trouble up the creek with out a paddle Cuz I keep gettin betta I'm tougha then leatha I'm rated numba one and I'll rain for eva Some people wear silva and some wear gold But then I'll snatch it off your neck and diss you cold It's like a fantasy it's irony my rhymes go down in history Hit my boys proven with the freshest termenology Know more words then a pocked dictionary Got more information then your local library Some girls I'm kissin and others I'm dissin But you don't know what you been missin Make a fresh tongue twista Could give your tongue a blista If you see it my way then theres a chance you'll diffa Give a sigh then you crie then you say good bye Don't even try don't reply then you want to die I make you rhyme though it's time Commit an innocent crime It's the truth no excuse a visual rhyme Dissin you, to battle me you bit off more then you can chew Tearin up the scene destrukter van vew The way I'll leave you more puzzled then arubics cube Wanna battle the best your gonna die like the rest Wait I'll crush your bones and rip up your flesh You can do what you want but leave the rhyme to the skills SongtexteCuz every person that don't listen is a sucker that kills And when I first started rappin I set some goals To rock your mind, your body and of course your sould Now when it comes to these goals I have now acheaved So for all you none believers it's TIME TO BELIEVE Take it to the Violent Side Violent J yo homeboy I'm packin a punch Nocked out Greg on the motha fuckin brady buch For no parareasial thats my attitude Fuck off gold dick I don't rap for gratitude You'll remember my name after I get the shot Don't laugh now bitch tie your lips in a not Delray, Detroit, Southwest Military Legal Freaks hangin like a motha fuckin dingle berry Yo I like I like big fat fucked up freaks I'm waxin that anus and I'm slapin her but cheaks Hey yo the J stands for Joe Violent straight up means that I'm a motha fuckin psycho Reputation like Jason on the southwest side Shot 47 times boy still ain't died In the LA roads pumpkin gangsta codes Sellin yayo part time sellin stereos Yeah boy and my tape comes with 'em When I stole the radio my tape was already in 'em Life style of a motha fuckin scalowag Throw a fist if ya throw me a mag I'll use it cuz ya never know I'm packin a gun Straight up young one you don't want none son Fuck those talkin shit fuckin seem to quit Talkin shit about the tape and don't make 'em say shit Young caucasions raisin hell on our tape Impersone Violent J I'll crush your head like a grape Talk shit about my posse hope you have a ball When I see you I'ma slam your fuckin head in the wall Intelligence and Violence [repeat] Aus Songtexte Mania