Pall Buryer

There can only be one

The so-called black man is the most superior being on this planet Earth

Drake don't believe none of them ****

They fucking lying (Yeah!)

I do this shit make it look effortlessly

Em shaking in his boots, epilepsy

He’s grimy they hating he could never test me

I heard they slanging Izz dead fuck you and Pepsi

You and ya bestie could never press me forever zesty

Like Sexyy Red you be like "get it sexy"

"Get it sexy, get it sexy"

I kick shit like cats and Messi make it messy

Who gon' check me? Not Femininezy!

He’s a dick suckin faggot, him and Zee, he’s a pansy

I chef shit up like Ramsay, Em will get cut open and cooked like canned meat

E'ryday of the damn week

You be swinging on vines, yous a fucking chimpanzee

I done turned up the damn heat I’m the one you can’t beat

I move with the wolves I am part of the right pack

Leave ya parked parking lot pimpin' in the park with ya white hat

You'll never be Elvis, greedy and selfish

Been jocking my swag shaking ya pelvis

No respect for your elders I’m a legend like Zelda

Dope as Griselda boasty Idris Elba

I’m like hah "Aloha fools"

Tune in or get tuned out ya know I’m smooth

It’s Izz flows so damn rude like Shannon Briggs

I’ll eat right off ya plate in front of you 'til it's no damn food, bitch

You and ya kid fake, shit she do for clickbait

Dick her down, she couldn’t sit straight on our fifth date

Buss all on that bitch stomach and in that bitch face

Said she wanna see me coming, "Here I come dick face"

Hailie you’re no DeAnglo Bailey

You’re no longer a kid you’re a full blown lady

I could dance for you ass naked daily

Like DeAnglo bitch and trust you gone have a retarded babe

Em ya style I fathered it, yeah I thought of it

All of it without me bitch you’d be fatherless

It's quite obvious you’re just a novelist

You and Paul belong in a pit that’s bottomless

I made it out the mud like a rhinoceros

You better than me? Hah quite preposterous

You a goat herder not a goat, that’s blasphemous

My hypothesis? Ain't stopping until I’m prosperous

You and Joyce suck dick alike, I burn bridges quick to strike

Pick a fight, I’m you bitches kryptonite

It’s my turn to whip on this bitch like Mr. Ike

Go get me a burger with cheese, bitch don’t forget the fries

Sweetie I'ma call you Ms. Pie

Kdot's doing burpee’s while you sucking on a slurpy, triple sized

Step to a God, quit picking on the little guys

Me and my style’s more electrifying than Nicolay

Or Nicola Tesla stretch ya, Etch A Sketch ya

Yous a predator, a child molesta

So fuck you Paul and ya fucking investor

This a slaughter like Netfa, do this all for my sector

I am my brothers keeper and protector

I’m Hannibal Lecter, mechanical vector, plan to infect ya

Bitch you gone die whenever I catch ya

The Don Izz back haters try again

This Stanuary 20th Shady dies again

Don’t be mad Mickey D is hiring

Now get the fuck out my house bitch you’re fired again

You came from the D to the Bricks in 96 to clout chase

Taking up house space, stealing Out tapes

Just to study my style and do an about face

How fake, you got your mouth raped

Being head-strong Diddy took you shopping left you pretty shitty in red thongs

Took ya publishing for ya verse on Dead Wrong

Since then you been dry snitching in ya Fed songs

Brother Love, Em the one who put the Feds on

He should be dead gone, buried next to his dead mom

For being a Satanist like red rum

I’ma keep bombing on this bitch, like Vietnam

We ain’t land on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock landed on us

I was busy doing shrooms, acid and dust

Mentally unstable white kids was in tuned with us

Em you the plant Quantico sent to ruin us

After 25 racist tapes Zino exposed you

You faker than tofu, fake as ya vocals

Wasn’t for stealing my style, bitch you still a be local

I’m the one gotta go through, you Krillin I’m Goku

**** did everything to help you win

You left **** for dead who helped you get in

Hip-Hop for that I’ll forever insult ya, yous a culture vulture

I am Kool as Keith, magnetic ultra

You signed 50 he became Steven from Django

He only allowed to go against ****, he’s a sambo

All it took was a mill and a lambo

To turn that **** to a nazi but that was they plan tho'

From Wetlands to Lyricist Lounge

Red and Meth toured this bigot was down

It's my fault I shouldn’t let your ass stay around

But I ain’t know this cracker was a racist clown

You recently toured the world, you was the Devil you was

Bitch you shitted on DJ Head and Fuzz

Scoota, ya rap partner and producer

You ain’t help none of ya day ones bitch you’s a loser

Ungrateful biggot, hateful midget, gay bull-lizard

Hate dope ****, hey go figures

DJ Head ain’t get paid for none of the beats he made

Butter ain’t get paid for none of the beats he made

You tried to kill Butter he was a lil' afraid

I was him I woulda paid a transformer to give you AIDS

Since you and Paul ain’t get him it wasn’t a win

So you planned to commit the ultimate sin

You put a play together, killed both his twins

I’m soaking it in, this where this new hate for you begins

Then Royce tried to sacrifice Boom 2 Geez

Poisoned his drink left him on wounded knee

But god was with him, you failed miserably bitch

Cause that day the Grim Reaper couldn’t get him

These the rappers you fools worship and praise

They made a deal with Sa-tan to hurt and enslave

Good people from the cradle to the grave

Just to get laid, paid and famous

You shit stains could eat an infected anus

Em ain’t like that, Royce ain’t like that

They all got punched on, they ain’t never fight back

Until the playing field is leveled, it’ll always be white black

They thought I was done like the Empire I striked back

Proof wrote Stan, he owned D12’s publishing

Plus he had the streets, you knew you couldn’t f with him

He was your sacrificial lamb, made him your middle man

Got rid of him, he wasn't tryna be part of ya little plan

I want the smoke, fuck being the bigger man

I been peeped the game plan, you the deranged Stan he wrote about

He wasn’t tryna be part of no gay band

Hopping out the grey van, mask and Ray-Bans

Spray stans, makes you darker than you getting a spray tan

Mr Porter made his life shorter

That **** got caught fucking on his wife’s daughter

That’s nasty work they shoulda been white-chalked ya

For being a creep and a black night stalker

My heart's cold as Italian ice in ice water

I’m the black Jon Snow killin' White Walkers

Ya flows been ass like hind-quarters

I’m [2 50 one Bob, 9 quarters?]

More dangerous like Barrington Levy in Blind Corners

You turned your back on the Mountain Climbaz, a few good Muslim brothers, extraordinary rhymers

Bizarre went to sleep, thought he took a power nap

That boy ain’t been the same since he took off his shower cap

Ima put him back to sleep with a fucking power slap

Kid you a sour patch, you be where the cowards at

Em tried to play Jesus, the devil's a lie, said he had 12 disciples better than mines

But 6 is not a dozen that shit was never gon' fly

I'ma hell of of guy clever and wise, severing ties

Bet I'll survive like Tom Cruise in Sanilla Sky

This ass whopping will be streamed and televised

I'ma let ya melon fly, yelling "Die!"

Your defensse line made up of a bunch of geeks

With terrible raps and their punches weak

A bunch a hoes like NeNe Leakes, I’m from the streets

I call them baby bitches they buns and sweet

YouTube rapper reactors dissing react to rappers that diss you

They get dissed they don’t wanna react to rappers

See YouTube is rigged and so is IG

You and Pauly paid Evolve off, why would he try me

It’s ironic you bit Aubrey and Aubrey dethroned you

We own you, your style's more extinct like a phone booth

The day you sent that witch to me you made me Ciyah

She burned 1st crib down, gave me fire

So whatever I feel in my heart's desire

It’s murder she wrote like Chaka Demus & Pliers

Since you ain’t write Stan and Lose Yourself

You should lose your wealth 'til you prove yourself

Only a buffoon would help, you softer than tuna melt

Caveman learn how to groom yourself

I’m phenomenal you been ass I’m astronomical

You shoulda named your last album "Cokehead Chronicles"

'Cause if I did a line or two like you

I could switch speed like a six speed in the mix with mixed breed

Mislead kids to sniff fish feed with Miss Reid

It’s creed, hits weed make this bitch bleed

Throwing up big B’s welcome to the big leagues

You bitch **** a bunch of Clayton Bigsbys

Plus y’all beyond gay, I don’t need no Bombay

I be high like Beyonce

You’ll get killed like Pompeii on a calm day

Talking out the side of ya face like Conway

I’m the new Pac you got served like an entrée

I'm from The Bricks you scared of Shakur like Gavante

I go hard in the paint, I'm God and a saint

You a fraud, I'm acquaint' you gon' file a complaint

I am what I am, I am who you ain’t

I am who I am, I am who you can't be

I was sent to destroy you, little boy you

Annoy you and whoever fucking employed you

You fake and disloyal like crab I boil you

It’s a wrap like aluminum foil

Like Ozempic, I'ma fat burner

We shoulda put ya wack ass on the back burner

Enslaved you, turned you to a black earner

Bitch ya people's ain' Nat Turner

Dada

I'm all you **** father and y'all know it

Y'all study, y'all watch my moves

And then y'all try to get in front of my way

Y'all thought I went away didn't you?

Yeah, it's Az Izz for life, Jersey, Brick City, yeah!