Correction Lyrics The Mask Of Bane by Scru Face Jean

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Ahh, man! (No softies allowed, man!)
A'ight, Grizzy (This a battle rap diss!)
Here we go... real rap, raw, bars only! (And I still love you, Grizzy! Hahaha)
Hahaha, this for Hip-Hop!

Welcome to the back blocks
Yeah, you a killer until the Gat pops
And when they take a chunk of yo' apple, it ain’t a laptop
I don’t take this dude too serious when he mad hot
I’m cool, but he look like a high school mascot (damn)
And I won’t even argue the fact
When this n***a gotta put on a costume to rap
I’m a diss n***a, for n***as that be all on my sack and lames using my name that trynna hop on the map
They only talk about me when they hop on a track
Ain’t nobody gon' click it if they just honest and rap
They try to expose n***as, but it’s honestly cap
Then drop a diss track that’s just awful and whack
When he said I was clout chasing, man, I laughed too long
‘Cause I was the promo for his last two songs
Now he been crying all week, tell this cat move on
But I’m here, princess, put yo' glass shoes on
He said shots, so I’m ducking those
Hunt yo' ass like a buffalo
Treat yo' ass like I’m Marcus
I’m Hulking like Mark Ruffalo
Lyrics, you are not touching those
Grab a knife and start cutting hoes
And I’ll go for the jugular since you look like a juggalo
f**k it though
If we ever brawl together, he'll need Bane's mask just to hold his jaw together
My uncle Dane dashed ‘cause he put the rock together
Speaking of rock, you must been smoking rock forever
Or pop whatever, to really think you rocking better
You not that clever, but I’ll give you the shot, whatever
It look like you needed help, I got you fella
I’m just trynna make sure yo' next drop is better
Look, I’ll damage him
I won’t even say that you be pandering
But you be gambling every time that you get to rambling
A fan of him? Please just reconsider your plan again
‘Cause at this point, not even a mannequin would stand with him
He’s scrambling
Unload the Blicky, then throw the Can at him
They wilin' out (Wild 'N' Out), and they’ll do more then nick him when the Cannon's in
I don’t believe that this n***a would bring the Hammer in
‘Cause without his makeup he look like he built for managing
How I go from no food, paying dues, to the most talked about dude on The 'Tube?
Nowadays, even if your title says 'Scru', it’s probably gonna get you more views, and it’s true (ha)
But that’s the name of the game when you Papa Greg
When you ain’t got a lotta cred', just use my name to pop instead
The Choppa sound like Munfu, *Grr*, pop your head
I’m 'bout to turn this walking gimmick to 'The Walking Dead'
A lotta led
You got a dread like a rasta head
Old ass, one of your funeral is a rotten egg
No ghostwriter
I’m Ghost Rider, the hottest head
I’ll pay for your whole burial, you just bought the bed
I really like him when he get on a track
That’s why I couldn’t bear watching Grizzy step in a trap
But ain’t no boo-boo, b*t*h, I’m more like Yogi, n***a
My flow be holy, Obi-Wan Kenobi, n***a
So, he figured he was gonna fold me quicker?
Now his head's swole like Angelina Jolie's kissers
Got him staggering, like he can’t hold his liquor
And f**k staples, he gon' need like, forty zippers
I’m summon this mascara running, his eyeliner smudging, he tripping, no fake stuff
Is you off the powder? Yo' foundation weak and that sh*t I can’t make up (hahaha)

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