Willy Northpole

Tajji Sharp Tha Diss-Connect (Willy Northpole diss) with lyrics Produced by Jigg

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• published: 10 Aug 2009
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Tajji Sharp's response to Willy Northpole's Garbage Disposal DOWNLOAD LINK http://bln.kr/1MD Everytime I turn around, Lil Bill runnin' his mug Talking he a Broadway thug, he said whaaaat? Ya granny live there that dont make you tough Royal flushes I hold time to call yo bluff Fake fuck, cream puff, sweet sauce dipped I couldnt fuck with Man Up cuz of yo loose lips Yeah I heard the story, what up Jigg and Q The type of shit you on real men dont do You hated on Rod, you hated on him hard Im ya worst nightmare please hate on ya nigga Taj And see if you dont get a rude awakenin' u fakin' friend Get out the kitchen bitch, hoe cakes you bakin' them The scent of ya flows has a hideous aroma I febreeze you Willy, air you out silly I dont need a milli to body ya career The only accolades you got, is queer of the year U suckin' on the dick of your award I applaud Nothing you doin', all you did was ruin AZs facial here, here comes the surgeon Taj is a fool dont encourage him All I do is murder him 1 by 1 with the verses Keep the hearses on call, nigga Im appalled 2800? u fucked off ya sales you a raft in my ocean, you fucked off ya sails You a hand job, nigga fuck off ya self 9 to ya noggin, nigga fuck off ya self I wanted you to sell, oh well, go to hell Take them records wit you, dont forget ya tissue Heard you cryin' bout a Mo Money tweet We can take the drums out I dont miss a beat Tried to justifyin' cause of Mjs death Had he not died you prolly would've sold less The Connect is trash Im not impressed I shall not digress, yet Im waistin' my breath National deal, but ya buzz is still local You the epitome of garbage disposal I hope you eat those words like the terds I shit on you Loogies im hawkin I spit at you Its critical condition admit its a flop Ludacris aint even take the time out his watch To spit a 16, and when he did, he ran laps around you On Eskimo, nigga you a vegetable You a tarzan swinging from my testicles This is what you asked for, a spectacle I dont respect ya flow, No, or your position I cant believe you still bitchin Somebody warm up his milk he needs a bottle to suck on Tore the leaf off the clover you was pressin' ya luck on You hate for the sake of nothing much to do Sayin' you wouldnt fuck wit us, I wouldnt fuck wit you Yeah we shook hands the last time we beefed Its only cause you looked shook in the face of defeat The meek shall inherit the earth, You lack the worth to inheritance, you are an embarrassment The city gave you the ball and you fumbled Pressure came down and you crumbled Yous a bumble bee-yotch wit a weak sting An emotional, out of control, weakling Every lash you get you deserve you disturbed Nobodys peace, you a mut on a leash Tossed you a bone, you was beggin' for attention Its time you retire, no pension C thug's album is killin yo gig If ya album had wheels I would've drove it off a bridge I was just in the A, the backyard of ya label You aint getting no play, no wonder you unstable I told you Ace, this nigga need a hug A shoulder to cry on he feelin' outta place Keep pushin wit ya legs in the air Panties in a bunch, thats what he prefer to wear Dr walked in, Bill, still got his heels on You birthed an album, but too bad its stillborn