E. Ness vs Jae Millz lyrics

[Jae Millz]
Homie f*ck you and the block you claim
Listen, f*ck you and f*ck your fame
You a ghetto supaertar, then f*ck yo name and if I ever get chance I'ma f*ck ya dame
Then I might f*ck yo motha and f*ck ya aunt, then spit in yo face like (pssst) you f*ckin punk
See I'm too hot to f*ckin touch and if you gotta problem with my language so f*ckin what
It ain't no smurk on my face, cause I'm f*ckin serious and you can't solve a problem you f*ckin idiot
You gettin outta line stay the f*ck in ya place, matter fact don't stand there, just get the f*ck out my face
What the f*ck I gotta do to show cats I'm a f*cking problem, I done embarrassed damn near half f*ckin Harlem
Stop fronton, .... You f*ckin broke ad Millz mean what he say, you f*ckin joke
f*ck what you gettin and f*ck what you got and if really love Philly muthaf*cka you can die in ya block
Hold up, matter of fact, ... f*ck ya block, we can take it to the fist dude f*ck the Glock
f*ck yo mother and f*ck ya pops, f*ck whatever you stand for, and f*ck who ever think you hot
Stop tryin to take f*ckin tough route
Fo Puffy standin ova you like damn you got knocked the f*ck out
Play tough and end up in the f*ckin sky, and you f*ckin wit Millz that's a f*ckin lie
You mad cause when I rhyme chicks say i want to f*ck him and when you rhyme b*tches be like booooo f*ck him
f*ck what you heard, Millz ain't no f*ckin herb, I leave layin on the f*ckin curb
I kill you and yo f*ckin boo, and who ever feel sad at the funeral f*ck them too
Now everybody wanna hate on my fam'
Well bring it on, I'ma take it and stand
And while you and your man
Is auditioning for Making the Band
I had Diddy on Lennox tryna find out who I am
Homie f*ck you and the block you claim
Listen, f*ck you, and f*ck your fame
You a ghetto superstar, then f*ck your name
And if I ever get a chance I'ma f*ck your dame
Then I might f*ck your mother then f*ck your aunt
And spit in your face like Pfft, you f*ckin punk"
See I'm too hot to f*ckin touch
And if you've got a problem with my language, so f*ckin what
It ain't no smirk on my face cause I'm f*ckin serious
He can't solve a problem, you f*ckin idiot
I'm gettin out of line, stay the f*ck in your place
Matter of fact, go stand there, just get the f*ck out my face
What the f*ck I gotta do to show cats I'm a f*ckin problem
I done embarrassed damn near half of f*ckin Harlem
Stop frontin, you f*ckin broke
And Millz mean what he say, you a f*ckin joke
f*ck what you gettin and f*ck what you got
And if you really love Philly motherf*cker you can die on your block
Hold up, matter of fact, f*ck your block
We can take it to the fists duke, f*ck the Glock
f*ck your mother and f*ck your pops
f*ck whatever you stand for and f*ck whoever think you hot//
Stop tryin to take the f*ckin tough route
Cause Puffy's standin over you like "damn you got knocked the f*ck out"
Play tough and end up in the f*ckin sky
And you f*ckin with Millz, that's a f*ckin lie
You mad cause when I rhyme chicks say "I wanna f*ck him"
And when you rhyme they just be like "boo, f*ck him"
f*ck what you heard
Millz ain't no f*ckin herb
I'll leave you layin on the f*ckin curb
Kill you and your f*ckin boo
And whoever feels sad at the funeral, f*ck them too
Listen homeboy, I'm here to make them grands
You here, alright homie you can make the band
Listen, right here I'll shake the man
And after I embarrass Ness I'ma shake his hand
Ya know