Paper Plate (50 Cent Diss) Lyrics - The Genius Gza

You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton 

Smash whatever you throw, 1000 is what I'm battin' 

Got a few hooks but no jabs 

Took 'em out your corndog books and notepads 

I get it, you Got Rich robbin' those in the industry 

Bite off this one, steal from your enemy 

Never try to play the hottest one out your camp 

He might step off and take half the juice from your amp 

Enough to make you Vogue on the cover of GQ 

Only missin' the sheer blouse. Homie, you see-through 

Stop sippin' on that Formula 50 

They want heat, I'll give it to them burnt and crispy 

Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch it 

Especially these overrated rap steppin fetchers 

I told you if I rain, there'll be an eternal drizzle 

Woodwork strips being chipped with sharp chisels. 

One verse shatter your spine and crush your spirit 

No matter what, you still Window Shop for lyrics 

If you's a pimp, put chicks on a stroll 

And if those your soldiers, give 'em bigger guns to hold 

Who Shot Ya? You don't have enough on your roster 

You move like a Fed, but you talk like a mobster 

That Yayo slangin, please abort it 

Too many cuts on it, cokeheads they won't snort it 

Spray the Flea-Unit with pesticides 

You can get your best ghostwriters, get them all to testify 

Have you ever been stung by a thousand hornets? 

Five hundred killa bees, buzzin' and really on it 

Whipped with CUBAN LINX, cut with LIQUID SWORDS 

Choked by IRONMAN 'til we crush your vocal cords. 

You ain't nothin' but a pig in a blanket 

Hoghead, the deadliest food at the banquet. 

All this rap crap that's trapped in your colon 

Only means, get rid of the wack sh-- ya holdin' 

Sweet-tooth dudes stay out the Candyshop 

You ain't gotta handcuff 'em to see the panties drop 

A few cats is lookin' for a rat with cheese 

Got somethin' to pitch? They all swing a bat with ease 

Get your ankles broke while doin' your two-step 

Leave a Thank-You note for the crutches the Wu left 

Proactive rap, you know they put drug in the cream 

You hallucinate, see Kanye in your dream 

And yo, I don't smoke dust; I dust off Smokey and the Bandits 

With the brush stroke off the canvas 

I walk on your Gators and lizards, 

Raise the lynx that was killed for your minx, you be rockin' in Blizzards 

Wanna be cock (diesel)'til you walk the D-Block 

To get a transfer, I'll spread your wings like Peacocks 

I was an emcee while you was in Nutville 

On a world tour, you was gettin' your guts spilled 

Ten years your senior but I flow like I'm twenty-one 

Straight out Medina with a mass of many sons 

Super nova give off gamma-ray bursts 

And I'll finish this, only 'cause I let off first 

WASSUP