lyrics for Strikta video diss, "Incarcerated Scarfakeness"

[Chyeahhh!!!]

**video coming soon as I get my account access back**



bout to put this bum out his misery and plan his death
curb stomp you on cam... this is American History Planet X
you hear that...how you think you'd ever last
when I came to deliver unlike that fake kid that you never had
can't be sympathetic, when this simps pathetic
if we battled to the death I'd prolly live....to regret it
cause I killed a wigga with a bumb fucking lung
when he was just a stones throw away from layin 6 feet under one
we can settle this with bars, we don't have to fight
search for whatever balls you have and grab em tight
every sentence I hand down is a stab at your life
my left hand does the booking, the other hands reads you your maranda rights
and I'm laughin at whoever sent this fuckin fiend chips
failed to recognize the pyramid scheme, now you're all E Gipped
try my hardest to believe this bitch, then you go and ruin it
just when I think you smartened up, you go and do some stupid shit
and being biploar aint an excuse for you showing ass
prolclaiming, "I'm from the hood" when no one even asked
by default does that mean you do dirt or you sell
where I'm from most that did that are in the dirt or a cell
the code of silence, you'd get murked for your tails
I look at you and I'm reminded the hood breeds herbs as well
it's me, Chin checking you, this is me chin checking you
this diss is respectable for me disrespecting you
snorthing all these grams and you piping all these broads
but you're king pen pimping and you can't afford a car?
I'm crime scene chalking all yah lines
you don't know a man till you walk in his shoes
but with you, I'd be walkin all the time
but fluck all that you couldn't pay me to do it
cause I walk on water, you walk on radiator fluid
it's must that I clown
so stay in yah lane and make sure you change yah socks every 500 hundred miles
this dude's sweet, you're a fool and the jokes on you
this aint a battle, it's a casting for Dude where's my car part 2
this a game of thrones and you're too scary to play
you've been bodied, now you're just gettin carried away
I'll leave cuts on this kid, cesarean shaped
enough juice behind these bars to get this aryan raped
who thought that this fucka could win, get him snuffed on a whim
I'll put money on your head till redskin's under your brim
I'mma a hustla that'll put the beats on a deejay
this is cassidy vs a bum selling beans on the freeway
I'm sick like, damn dude, can you get any better
you're sick like, "damn dude, I really hope you get better"
we're all prayin you can keep it together
till then you competing with Bernie for having the worst weekends ever
I'mma end day prepper...
I've got stocks in silver and stocks of silver, shotgun stocks get switched up
stocked #10 can stocked to the ceiling that are stocked to the brim bruh
safes in the walls holding guns off safety for my family's safety so there safe in these walls
so when shit goes down, my fan'll run to me, while your busy devising a scheme to escape from yours
I'm the God of this, you should stay far from this
would tell you don't quit your day job but don't have a day job to quit
you're the common denominator of bad luck, someone launch an investigation
seems everyone around you gets into an accident, or meets there final destination
you have some bad karma you can't stray away from
you're the dude at the netcee BBQ I would stay away from
speaking of which, you complain, say you're leaving, then you're back on the site
you're a weakling bitch, that abused broad that keeps coming back after a fight
someone throw a bottle of midol at this whiny bitch
you're the ghost of Christmas Ass, Tiny Tim
don't confuse for me a second nigga, the kid is a rider
they all know Chyeahhhs the Truth, from now on you're Strikta The Liar