Killshot Freestyle Video (MV)

I find it really funny that you think that you're an artist
You a hater, you a rookie, you phony, you a starter
You a woman with a maxi, just accept that you're my daughter
And don't disrespect your dad or its gon be a freaking slaughter
First he dissed me, now he dissing Mia
Send him to a freaking prison in a Black Maria
The only thing you even pulling is some gonorrhea
Make his noggin go boom, onomatopoeia
A hunnid SoundCloud plays cause you said my name
And you still think that rap is a freaking game
Man you all the same, put you in a coffin
When I see yo ghost walking imma have to go and celebrate
Killshot, put this bozo out of his misery
Half of you rappers trappers and beatable
In this industry. Go read your books and study up on the history
Tryna come at me big is like tryna study a mystery
Knock you onto the floor, and the thunderbolts coming down
Stop talking about camille and just give a nigga his crown
Tryna go bring up Mia, I'll make you look like a clown
With his pantyhose on, and leave you there for a while
I'm Breaking him like a vase and then leaving blood on his face
With a hammer consumed in mace and then murder him at the base of a hill
He still can't feel his zeal while I bury my heel up in his chest
For dissing the freakin best how you feel
We gon check the next time you disrespect a king
Sound like rats when you sing, imma snap him like string in yo chest
Kevin you so stressed, think you can handle me but homie you so pressed
I ain't tripping, y'all slipping, just keep ya head up and listen
I split ya atoms like fission, so you can make the decision
To go cure your addiction, the way your parents envisioned
Instead of making all this garbage dawg you not a musician
Yeah I'm playing chess and they playing checkas
Let me try to get some views on another record
So Chand and I make a sub par diss
With the thought that dissing Acrello gonna make us better
Yo I'm taking shots from the back drop
You really had to say that Acrello isn't making cheddar
But it's funny cause the facts is Kevin just a bust
When he try to write a freaking letter
Yo He can rhyme? It's a miracle!
Can't stop choking yo he dying in a freaking sweater
You said that Ehall smacked you
Now I kinda wish that my homie would've done it better
Didn't stop then and I won't stop spitting
Better get a swat shield cause my rhymes hitting
You ain't got a girl, don't talk just listen
You asked for a beast, so the king has arisen
Better be careful what you ask for
Blast you with 1000 thunderbolts and a task force
Homie Did you really want smoke? It's a class war
I'm coming through the front but he heading out the back door
Yo a 4 minute diss? You gon see it happen
I'm the best in the city when it come to rapping
And everybody saying "Man Jamal be snapping"
But Kevin just hater that he turned to static
Ay Jamal Gotta turn this nigga into frost son
All you wack rappers not messing with my bars son
Leave you in a casket that diss gonna cost son
Kevin only mad cause he knowing that he loss son
Eat you like a snack if you think that I'm playing some games
Making a couple of disses and throwing shots at my name
How yo rapping ain't change from the first to the last
You still the same boy but all ya spitting is trash
I'm coming for your head and I blow you up with some mortar
Keep coming for my height and saying that I am shorter
The sad part is that even tho I am small
You'll still find a way to be my biggest supporter
My raps I don't cheat. When I spit a couple lyrics you don't eat
My bars are a couple of katanas
That will slice through your face listen Kevin, I'm on beat
You know what you should take? A good seat
I'm feeling like a beast
That's all me
We gon have scrap in the dirt, got ya tail in your skirt
Hit his dome with his own cleat
Now I'm finding out that this man is dating shania
You said that I wanted her but I never wanted to be ya
One month and it's over she'll be ready to leave ya
Tell that chimpmunk girl to snack on her castanea
I'm Smacking you in the back, and murder you on the track
I'm teaching an Uncle Tom and I'll let him know that's he wack
Keep bumping like cardiac, he'll have a panic attack
Cause he's gonna lose the battle like Britain and Pontiac
Imma new legend and you're just ready to lose
Another wack rapper who's bars are lighting the fuse
First I got graham and now I'm coming for you
And tell these A2 rappers that they'll be getting it too
Who want smoke? Aidan, Dylan, Jalen, Bones?
I chill on a hill, with my pocket full of bills all this rapping fast don't take no skill
And he lost still but Kevin is tryna top mills
But spins like a hot wheel, and Kev the day you messing wit me's
The day you live out your dream, kick yo girl out and date camille
I don't care about JJ that nigga was a senior with some swag
Dating freshman chicks, he just lucky he ain't catch a case
Counting all the freshman and the girls that this man done hit
It's crazy how you got the facts twisted, said I wanted Mia
Then you said that I shot a brick
When in reality, you wanted her but she wanted me
You were just another second pick
Yo I tried to help a friend but she didn't want you
She's a girl that you could never get
So you should probably check your facts
Before you try to come and diss Acrello for the hell of it