I was just going to put up this song and tell this person to read the lyrics and adapt them to fit him but I figured id do it for him. Everytime I hear this song I think of him. fuck JD What's up kid, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog You, what? fuck JD You been on my dick kid, you love my style, fucker fuck JD I fuck with your soul like ether will teach you the king you know you not survivor across the chest lose I prove you lost already Brace yourself for the main event Y'all impatiently waitin It's like your aids test, what's the results? Not positive, who's the best? dubbs daub and tom Ain't no best, east, west, north, south, flossed out, greedy I embrace y'all with napalm Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone How could I be garbage? Truth at the side of your dome, come outta my throne I got this, locked since 0-1 I am the truth, name a “solider” that I ain't influenced Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on this judas With high school freshman fame, kept my lines in his game Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these fuckers man (no doubt) Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin ring I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh) Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y'all some well wishers, friendly actin, envy hidin snakes With your hands out for my knowledge, man, how much can I take? When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleep That this JD and his pussy ass crew wanted beef Started slowly loadin up this ammo To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid When krs already made an album called blueprint First, Johns ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than him dick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, damn kid live (i...will...not...lose) Survivor across the chest, I prove you lost already The king is back, where my crown at? You deal with emotions like bitches What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother You traded your soul for bitches My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it You seem to be only concerned with little girls Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly? Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly In 04 you was gettin chased through your buildin Callin my crib looking for advice. All I did was gave you a style for you to run with Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god Just “punk rock” shirts, hangin with big dudes You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a stan I still whip your ass, you 21 fucking a 15 year old Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas? Chi towns hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas Brandi got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks? Fat ass please You no class hack, with whiskers like a rat Compared to Andrew you wack You ass, went from John to hangin with Travis, to Val, to Me And, I murdered you on your own shit You a dick ridin faggot, you love the attention How much of my lines is gon' come out your fat lips? Wanted to be on every last one of my classics You pop shit, apologize, fucker, just ask for it.