Intervention (Violent J Diss Track)

[Sampled]
"I have a purpose. You will tell them of me and how, one day, I shall come for them"

[Intro: Playboy The Beast]
Ain't a single violent bone in your feeble-ass body
Pussy, we can get it on, street’s will beat you, getting bodied
You need to get your weight back up, them pills got you looking sloppy
Pussy tried to blackball me but no way that y'all can stop me
Murder Musick is a gang and you ain't fuckin’ with my posse
Niggas know when I'm a beast and you don't really wanna cross me
Violent J on some creeper shit, rap game Bill Cosby
In my inbox, tripping, 'cause his bitch was tryna chop me
Ain't a single violent bone in your feeble-ass body
Pussy, we can get it on, street's will beat you, getting bodied
You need to get your weight back up, them pills got you looking sloppy
Pussy tried to blackball me but no way that y'all can stop me
Murder Musick is a gang, you ain't fuckin’ with my posse
Niggas know when I’m a beast and you don't really wanna cross me
Violent J on some creeper shit, rap game Bill Cosby
In my inbox, tripping, ’cause his bitch was tryna chop me

[Sampled]
"There's no place to hide. No door keep you from me."

[Verse 1: Playboy The Beast]
You not Violent J, you just a bitter old man
Dog, I used to idolize you, now I wanna throw hands
Fuckin' up your own lyrics, disrespecting the fam
'Cause on stage, you’re high as fuck gone off them Percs and them Xans
One album's in different colors just to hustle your fans
You fuckin' with me, nigga, you gon' meet the real Dead Body Man
I'll take you back to them Oddity days, get body slammed
You a clown, but don't play stupid, Joe, you know who I am
Blowing up my inbox on Twitter and Instagram
Talking all that Blahzay Blahzay, trippin' on a bitch, man
Your lyrics savage as fuck, I'm a savage, no macho man
I'll hit you with that bang, pow, boom, flip, flop, bam
I'll knock the dentures out your mouth and even that running man
Tattooed on your face gets spooked, so he run and scram
Your bitch wanna kick it with me, no Van Damme
But if you rich, why yo chick ridin' in a Grand Am?

[Verse 2: Playboy The Beast]
I'm stranded at the airport, you didn't lend a helping hand
Same night at the afterparty, was fuckin' another man
Candy with Faygo bottles, get slapped 'til you can't stand
And have Becky poppin' that pussy and giving me lap dance
I gave you the benefit of doubt, but that shit was your last chance
You've been fuckin' up a while, and now I'm finally in that ass
Fuck taking part we takin' over, you ain't gettin' no pass
J see me in real life he'd probably shit in his pants
Dude, I got shooters on my team they'll really leave your body bleeding
Blast you seventeen times, my killers call that seventeenin'
Claimed that Carnival was God, well now you fuckin' with a demon
I was throat fuckin' Becky, had her gargling my semen
Mars take me in, I hit it hard, we double teamed it
Threw the bitch a Murder Musick beat, he sent her on her way
Next day I find out that she was back with Violent J
Dog, you've been looking sick, I think that bitch gave you the AIDS
That's what the fuck you get for wiping bitches off the back page
They call me Playboy the Beast, but I swear that I'd never play
A renegade with a grenade, J gotta run me that fade
I'll turn you to the dead homie, I ain't talkin' 'bout Blaze
Disrespect me, I'ma slap the fuckin' paint off your face

[Verse 3: Playboy The Beast]
Known for burning bridges and fucking juggalette bitches
I'm just saying, Joe, this march shit is a little suspicious
Shit ain't addin' up, and I'm pretty good at addition
You was dissin' Tech and Twiztid 'cause they wasn't rockin' with it?
Psychopathic fallin' off, and it's all because J's addicted
Puppy dogs and little kittens claiming he the Duke of Wicked?
Quit it, nigga, you the poster boy for drug addiction
Violent J went suicidal, all these wounds are self-inflicted
I will hack you up with hatchets and axes, don't get it twisted
J lookin' like he's starvin', Jumpsteady, get him a biscuit
Psy don't want no problem with us, and they won't risk it
On that MMA shit, I got 'em tappin' and submittin'
You're the weakest mother fucker to come out the Murder Mitten
Know that his heartbeat started skippin' when he heard me start spittin'
Violent J the dick slayer be gayer than Cryptic Wisdom
Been rappin' his whole life, but still, he can't rap on rhythm

[Verse 4: Playboy The Beast]
Rap game Randy Orton, PTB the legend kill it
Joe Bruce's gay lovers went well, single child diddler
Watch the moves that Majik Ninja's make and then he grows bitter
All them pills that you've been poppin' probably fuckin' up your liver
You's a nuisance, drop a deuce or get the fuck up off the shitter
Becky told me 'bout your ED's, said you can't get your dick hard
Tried to downplay and disregard this diss, 'cause you ain't this hard
Violent J is softer than some baby shit, fuckin' retard
Face it, you ain't dropped a hit since the first six O.G. Cards
All this smiling and unviolent shit, no way that you can be hard
And Lyte, don't get involved, 'cause my team will fuckin' kill you, dog
I kinda like you, I don't wanna have to dim your bulb
Don't get embalmed fuckin' with these Murder Musick gods
You's a fraud Majik Ninja's appalled when I send 'em to the morgue
Only way they beat you if they speakin' through a ouija board
Catch me in the Killin' Fields, already I'm willin' to fight wars
Can make you disappear like wiping writing from a whiteboard
You are really immortal? Then you fuckin' with a cyborg
This murder gang shit is what I rep and what I die for
Joe Bruce, no truce, ain't wavin' no white flags

[Verse 5: Playboy The Beast]
All this sunshine in this rainbow shit, swear this nigga's a fag
Toe tagged it on arrival, zipped up in a body bag
Eat a cheeseburger, nigga, your skin is starting to sag
Let's take a ride in that Wagon Wagon, leave your body draggin'
Play this shit like the Game of Thrones, and I'm the King of Dragons
You Smeagol, treatin' Becky like the ring, I'm Bilbo Baggins
'Cause I don't even want that bitch, I know the pussy smell like cabbage
I would've left her at the airport, too, unclaimed baggage
Yo, let this be an intervention, I got love for you, Joe
And even after all this shit, I'm still a juggalo, bro
But I'ma tell you one more time, don't give a fuck 'bout no ho
It's always money over bitches, that's the way that I roll
(Whoop whoop!)

[Outro: Playboy The Beast]
Violent J 'bout to catch a fuckin' beatdown
(Juggling jugglas, juggling jugglas)
From the birds, buddy came ready from D Town
(Juggling jugglas, juggling jugglas)
He disappeared and his body never be found
(Jugglin jugglas, juggling jugglas)