we floss to hit da block up/ if niggas stay safe we get da glocks up/ i gotta bunch of cocaine to chop/u still shoppin for juno's? im rockin three 35's wit da all black pradas wit da moonholes/ asaide is da minks, suedes, gators, shit we makin more money then niggas think/ and i luv guns, thats why i keep 2 straps on my daughter tina just incase u fuckin wit my luv ones/ and i keep da crome wit me like i keep tone(rip) wit me/ my calibers 50 so bitch nigga come and get me/ if i flip one brick, then im gon shit too/ and stay iced up like a fuckin igloo shit is official/ on u i use guns dat murder niggas and we live in michigan so u got 5 lakes to choose from/ do yo body like my ex bitch an dump ya/ i drive a lex thats what happen when u fuckin wit me youngsta/

when all comes out nigga, da outcomes da same/when outcomes da bullet outcomes ya brain/ when i get u wit da drop outcomes da range, nigga fuck around wit me outcomes da pain/ u dont wanna fuck wit this- u yung in da game/ gulped up wit da flow and leave u slumped up wit yo frame/ hit u wit da shot fall-flippin wit da glocks off/ murder niggas all day an lickin when da shots off/leave em slumped up, tech wit da pumps up/4-4 shottie yall niggas dont want what?/ war dat is-murder these niggas and they kids/ next to kin, murder these niggas an no bids/ run up in cribs- ducktape wife, kidnap kids/ kill yo friends and get da gun from yo ribs plus da money in da back of da fridge/ its DaBlokk bitch!!

this nigga laid down 2 verses/
bout 10 different guns/
but a gangsta like me only needs one/
Dablokks the type of nigga that waste a whole clip/
soft nigga cant handle the kick/
so he blast in the air,not hittin shit/
bring ya tec,ya glock, and ya shotty/
end up on me block just another dead body/
this nigga cops 3 diffrent rides/
talkin bout killin children/
choppin up their insides/
He keeps his daughter strapped?/
nigga heres some advice/
stay off the crack/
your rhymes are shit/
even if what you spits legit/
its garbage,lay down the mic just quit/
this nigga kills everybody but the nigga he wants ta/
I only pop niggas I have ta/
run up in your face, no words,point blank, just blast ya/

Esco, im talkin bout u prick/ its DaBlokk so dont be talkin all dat shit/ im tryna get a mill and i aint talkin bout da bitch/ so son chill i got more guns then unreal, and i will shoot so i thank u niggas who just mute/ Ha, i merk 2,000 niggas on a usual day and da only thing they ask is y 2 ks?/ im da type of nigga who puts da heat to yo mammy/ i got niggas who did more work then yo grammy- kill yo family/ i popped at yo pops, this aint rap in da booth/ i got straps that will cap off the caps on yo tooth/ i gotta re-up the brick of the snow, and we traffic dope like cheap phone calls cuz we pick up an go/ dont floss man, cuz i'll shoot u through yo cross/ they call me rain man cuz im dustin often/ so vacate properly,and stay jockin me- ill turn ya house wife into state property/ she like to suck when my cum comes out/ with hoes u like jordan, u keep ya tongue out/ real clips i pull it cuz i keep da full clip and like ms. cleo- yo hot lines is full of bullshit/

Niggas done tried to get me with most the guns you mentioned/
pigs done tried to get me/
thats why I don't be flossin, I don't like the attention/
nigga still talkin all that gun play/
ok/
my niggas got fam in South america/
so it ain't no thang to cop an AK/
matter of fact my artillery contains some grenades/
fuck,puttin holes in ya body/
i bomb ya ass/
blow up ya whole body/
Id threaten ya family but that aint how I do/
If I kill your girl/
Then,who will I screw?/
Killed ya the first time/
then ya came back with some more lame ass lines/
talk about killin 2,000 niggas on a usual day/
Ive done my dirt /
cause when it comes to guns/
nigga I dont play/
Ive killed niggas/
but aint one to say names/
and it aint no thang/
to pop Da Block too/
Ive bought a new gun/
test my new glock upon you/

Mr. Ganster Esco, got a mother fucking gun,
Killed 2000 niggas and his mother fucking son,
This guys a prick and got a mouth of shit
If you killed these, then i guess its time to quit.
Artillary Grenades like this guy is da bomb,
A fucked up wanker yo kill and il be gone,
But yo aint got the dick to shoot a fucking duck,
A wankster you are and its time you know you suck.
Reading your lines, is funnier than y'all
A story that you tell like WESTWOOD at the mall,
Please come kill me, seen as your hard as fuck
Il fucking slice your arm and make yo wear a hook,
I wont touch shit, but for yo to see some cred
Its time you start to think what the fuck was that you said.
I talk shit and i try to admit,
You sucked my arse and tried to re-commit

willie esco, my suggestion u dont say my name/ from da jump off, i give 2 techs to throw u outta da game/ da fiends keep callin and i spit real shit cuz only thing i got to protect myself is these flame revolvers/ so dats why i spit about guns dat take yo face off- cuz im surrounded by diamonds an i dont play baseball/ lift da tray-8 off, hit yo block and skate off to work my wieght off/ this cotton candy ass nigga hides behind his whip so lemme be da first one to tell u this/ u get catch 6 in yo six and get stretched in yo stretched/ bodied in yo big body or bent in yo bentley/ nigga if u offend me, dyin aint trendy and my bullets is blazin/ picture yo picture on a t-shirt, now dats one hell of a fashion statement/ and it can be a fuckin arrangement- im leavin niggas on containment/ who can contain this? only thing u should know nigga is dat im dangrous/ rappin crazy stories bout my life and bangers/ i merked yo ass and da cops came up- but i can easily make da frame in this picture change up/

506 ya rhymes is lame/
sound so white/
you spit lines of cocaine/
(rhymes was so sorry I only gave him 3 lines)

but back to da block/
like when I got locked up/
and came back to da block/
fuckin wit me won't get you shot/
you'll look like another dead dealer/
package busted when he swallowed his rocks/
that's right,make ya swallow ya product,no trail to me/
now you know how I kill niggas/
and get off scott free/
I know how you kill niggas and don't get caught up/
you open ya mouth/
no wonder all of ya homies done been caught up/
this nigga always yellin "Da Block Bitch"/
cause when he gets locked up/
he's known as "da cell Block BITCH"/
I done said I don't cop whips/
I spread my wealth and make the whole block rich/
last time this guy said he'd murk me/
Then I came back with this verse/
nigga didn't even hurt me/

I am white, bitch and dont try to hide,
dont pretend im a nigga and spit to the side,
Mr. Esco the name and he's full of shit,
tries his best to, reclaim it
My lines might be weak but who the fuck cares,
Im no rapper, but my rhymes have flares,
your just a loser and a fucked up twat,
try and be a gansta your rhymes so flat.
See i am no rapper, and i have money to loose
unlike Esco who always happens to fuse

you say I aint got money to loose/
shut yo big headed ass up/
no wonder,yo moma pussy so loose/
on the real/
I knew you lame ass would learn/
It's MR. esco/
You wouldn't know what to do wit the money I earn/
whiteboy keep my name out ya mouth/
and my plant of yo pic/
never mind mines purple/
I dont fuck with plain shit/
everybody on here exageratin/
and you say im full of bull shit/
You think all these mother fuckers pop glocks and chop bricks?/
nigga you soft hop off of my dick/
cause I DO pop glocks and chop up them bricks/

I think youll find if yo use Mister
You put a capital E,
Like when i frigged ya sister,
a dialect waster all yo do is say
That every one else is fucking gay
as though your the best, and Snoops your name
cant even prolong this fucking game
For your information its a cannabis plant,
In my house it is like so quit ya rant,
Ya rave and shit thats all the same,
your lines so weak, its fucking lame
its a shame, you cant write for i bet ya can
Your almost as good as when i fucked your mam.
A home boy looser grew up in the shit
Cant do any thing but write a hit,
Its ok il make it up to yous
Il post you a pair of my old shoes,
Help you save cash coz ya need it so
Put that fiva towards yo hoe

I hope you were drunk or high when you wrote that shit
I aint even gonna reply to that weak shit

yo aint gonna reply coz ya a fucked up piece of shit who fucks his fucking dad every night yo tosser, Esco ya prick, words cant decribe how much of a dick you actually are, a bastard with a fucking bull shitting mouth of crap

ok