Deadly 4 Real

Concept Divine*
Yo, I'm about to start spittin'
It's as simple as that
Your bitch ass could get attacked
Off the bat
We  never looked back
Ya head get cracked
Red blood is spillin on the pavement
It glisten in the moonlight
I'm just tryin' to set the mood right
For the massacre that's about to ensue
Fuck the new
Fuck ya crew
And mothafucka, fuck you
Cuz Tha DyNasty was sent here to make ya damn head nod
So in that case, I guess we better do our job
Cuz we ain't no lazy, slackin' mafuckas
We the realest, smokin' hazy and attackin' all you suckas
So this year we bringing in that hardcore shit
And if ya stand up in my way
You'll catch the business end of it
Ya muthafuckin right I'm mad
Already plead insanity
And I can see tonight
It's about to be assult and battery
With this rap craft mastered
Shit is petty to me
I'm blazin' L's and gettin' plastered
Y'all ain't ready for me
Cuz I told y'all mafuckas
It's Tha DyNasty
So now we bout to see the fuckin' beast
I'm gonna feast
Yo, muthafucka, please

J-Dolla*
Yo
//These neighbors bitchin' bout
Our loud music
I'm bout to show these bitches
Just how we use it
We not like y'all
Cuz you's abuse it
Now fuck around and get down
And just lose it//
Yo J-Dolla get stupid
Fuck the game with no condom
Just raw dog
You can clear the smog
But still can't find him
My mind's reclining somewhere
Combined with a whole bunch of substance
While I'm gettin' my dick sucked
Ask ya bitch
It's so scrumptious
Mmmmm, it's so fingerlickin'
Got the plot thickens
That's when ya bitchin' boy walked in
And found his girls lips stickin'
The belly kickin'
But it ain't from swallowin' the seed bitch
Ya see, ya girls pregnant
But I still give her what she needs bitch
Damn, that boy nasty
But I keep it so classy
Hardly ever flashy
But the jeans stay grassy
Cuz I'm always doin' work, jerk
Don't mean to blurt on ya twerp
Cuz that's the difference between you and I
I come to subvert on you
Wack ass rap bastards
I see ya track is cracked
Flapped backwards
You need to follow That DyNasty
We got this rap craft mastered
Introducing, Jacc D. Frost

Jacc D. Frost*
C'mon boi
J-a-, 2 C's, D dot Frost
Could never be a fuckboy
Cuz me not y'all
Snitchin' on me'll make ya teeth rot off
And if ya think my guns big, you should see my balls
I got a few broads
Some hot and some not
But all I give a fuck about is if they swallow cum shots
You could be a dime, or scarred by gunshots
Just keep ya lips sealed like a nun twat
When my name's brought up
People get the red face
Start yappin' like bitches or quiet like dead space
I'm a white trash, two time loser and head case
And y'all can suck my fuckin' dick until ya neck break
I crush whatever's ahead of me
To benevolent melodies
I'm a twisted, sadistic, malevolent pedigree
Equipped with better amenities
That'll level my enemies
And several things to peddle that are federal felonies
Fuck the police
They know I'm prone to buck
I'm a cold hearted bastard
And I'm known as such
With a set of cock and balls that'll choke a slut
And my give a damn is like me
Broke as fuck
So don't put it past me to start takin' some shit
Cuz I'll kick ya door down while ya takin' a shit
I do what I gotta, to get my belly a meal
Whether robbin', car jackin', or I'm sellin' the kill
I'm a surgeon with the blade
And I'm steady with steel
On and off track bitch
I'm Deadly 4 Real