This song is an open diss to one of the stupidest and most selfish people out there:Mary Maxwell, and you should know who she is. Anyway, the song is called \"Leave, B****\":


Yo, I thought you were my friend
But \'cha were talkin\' s**t about me behind my back
After all the things I did for you
You pay me back by talkin\' smack
I thought you were one of the nicest people
But dat all changed not too long ago
You so self-centered and so f***ed up
You think you at the top of yo game, but you\'re really down low
I ain\'t even gonna go for that s**t
So why don\'t you go and take a hit
Because you a dumb ho that needs ya face kicked in
Then maybe it\'ll get rid of yo stupid grin
Yeah, you think your hot stuff
You think you a big celebrity, but you just washed out!
But I don\'t think yo very tough
You need to shup up and go whine and pout

Chorus:
Leave, b****! [record scratches]
Leave, b****! [record scratches]
[Sound sample: Put an end to this game, before its too late]
Leave, b****! [record scratches]
Leave, b****!
[Sound sample: Put an end to this game]
[Sound sample:I\'ve thrown it all away]

Yeah, I remember when I first saw you
I didn\'t have any trouble at all
I was interested in you and started talkin\' to you
I thought you were very nice and standin\' tall
I did lots of nice things because I cared for you
I wanted to be one of your friends too
I tried to cheer you up when you were under the weather
I tried to dry up your tears and make you feel better
All those net greetings and s**t that I gave you
I thought they would help you get through
BUt every thing changed on that day
We both threw it all right away

I\'m saying

[repeat chorus]

So now that you\'re out of the picture, I could care less
Everything\'s just a big ol\' mess
You only make it worse, and add to it
All you do is throw a hissy fit
My friends gave me all there sympathy and cheered me up
They make me feel better, I don\'t need you around
So go ahead and make yo self more miserable
\'Cuz I\'d rather see you passed out onto the ground

[repeat chorus]

[Sound sample:Mother do you think she\'s good enough?]
[Sound sample:NO WAY!]

[Edited on 11-7-2004 by SolarWarrior]

Heres mine


Evil eye slit through a scope, I make a skinhead brain bust all over the westcoast, Muthah $%#@as catchin my heat as i feel my anger, Im releasin more danger, from my chamber, The evil in my blood is possessed, So i creep up low from the back slow and push lead through that niggas fleesh, Every nigga wants ta be da nine milla killa on a trigga, Black nigga killa.......................................



Edited by Catman on April 25, 2007 at 1:01:37.

One two, were comin for you, three four, better lock your door, five six, better load your clips, seven eight, were gonna test your fate, nine ten, were out to kill again......................(LAUGHS)

Krayzie: Straight from the burnin flames of hell, a place where all the assassins dwell, put back on the earth to destroy all worshippers of peace, bodybags and caskets made all good see, definant from a orginization much stronger than the mob, first, krayzie bone, aka leathaface, the sawed off gangsta, second, layzie bone, aka, the numba one assassin, third, bizzy bone, aka, rest in peace, and fourth, wishbone, aka, straight jacket niggaaaa, murder murder, murder murder..................................................................

Edited by Catman on April 26, 2007 at 22:45:08.

"see im doggin the triple six!"
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
(DEMON LAUGHTER)
Rip yo body, rip yo body, i killin without hesition, i be da assassin, rippin down yo *ss, AK.....47, im derangeda, M16 crazy, that copper always on me clique, a cracked coalition of guerrillas ready to attack, we gonna stab you back, whats that sound, hk40, poppop poppiiiiiiiiiiin, if you be talkin s**t, you get the smith&wesson, compton bad*sse on the ****in fringe, i feel like goin a killin binge, so throw your arms up and get ready to blast.

(Lets go get that money)