It's Over - Mr. Criminal, Mr. Capone-E

Yeah

Mr. Criminal Back On The Frontline

Staying Knee Deep In This Shit Homie

Built For This Mothafucking Type Of Shit Homie

Could Go On All Mothafucking Day

On These Fucking Levas

This Time I Ain’t Even Gonna Say Your Mothafucking Name

Bet You Know Who The Fuck You Are

Fucking Sad Homie

Keep My Name Out Your Mouth

You Fucking Bitch

I’m Bout To Put The Nail In The Coffin

Look Mr. Criminal Lost It

I’m A Soldier Built For Battle

Ain’t No getting Exhausted

There’s A Line You Shouldn’t Pass

Now These Have Crossed It

A Price To Pay

When You Disrespect

So Look What It Costing

All This Bragging & Bossing

Like Bitches Started Commotions

Wanted Me To Say They Name

In Desperate Need Of Promotion

I’m Doing Shows Around These 50 States

All Across Cities

While These Cyber Bangers Sit At Home

Wishin' & Hopin

Like Hmmm

I Wonder If Criminal Said My Name

In The Diss Track

That Might Help Me

To Finally Get Rid OF This Stack

Of Extra CDs

That Are Pressed Up

They Don’t Sell

Your Clicka Is Full Of Bitches

Than You Call Yourselves A Cartel

This Mr. Criminal Serving You

Big Lokote Will Murder You

Mr. Capone-E Never Dissed You Back

My Dawg Never Heard Of You

All Them Lies & Spreading Rumors

Saying I’m From Honduras

Why Don’t You Tell My Fucking Raza

About You Being A Jura

And How You Claim 2 Counties

How Your Name Is David Downey

Made A Mistake

Bout To Toss You In The Lake

And Leave You Drowning

Cause You Bitches Ain’t On My Level

Trying To Start Some Internet Pedo

Bout To Hit With These Fully Auto

Send You To The Devil

Your Career Is Almost Over

So You Kick To These Beats

I’m A Rider From These Calles

So I Keep To These Streets

We’ve Done Shows All Up In Texas

Got Love Through Out Your Towns

You’ve Never Come To California

Guess Someone Will Buck You Down

And That’s The Truth Bitch

You Fucking Internet Lop

Flooding Guess Books & Forums

Tell Me When Does It Stop

Talking All That Shit From 3,000 Miles Away

Come See Me Face To Face

Homie I Ain’t Hard To Find

This Sad Boy Number 2

Now It’s Only You

I Got You In The Scope

Tell Me What You Wanna Do?

Shit I Got Flows

That Dispose

All Those Who Try To Oppose

Wack Rats Get Attacked

In Fact Put On They Back

But Still

These Fools Wanna Battle The Real

Talking All This Murderess Talk

But Tell Me Who Have You Killed?

What Balas Have You Spit?

Whose Blood Have You Spilled?

Your Brain On Drugs

Left You Fucked Up

Thinking Shit That Ain’t Real

You Fools Are Better Off

Just Keeping The Myspace

Cause You Don’t Wanna See Me

Reaching For My Waist

Your Enemies Are Notorious

For Banging on The Computers

Criminal Keeps Attacking

Ready To Put Some Balas Through You

You Keeping Talking A Gang Of Shit

But We Don’t See Nothing

Apparently These Motherfuckers Living Lies

Plus They See The Truth Is

I’m Only Kicking Facts

With Skill

And All These Fucking Levas

Are Straight Wack Foreal

Caught At A Red light

Now Watch Your Death Unfold

Criminal Show Some Real Meaning Of

Revenge Served Cold

Ese Before You Rap

You Should Learn How To Talk

Claiming That You Got Some Homies

That’ll Put Me In Chalk

All Bark & No Bite

All Talk & No Fight

Dissing Every Other Artist

When He Get On The Mic

Done What You’ve Never Done

Been Where You Never Been

Spread That Kind Of Money In My Life

That You’ll Never Spend

And That’s Jealousy

Suitable For Some Bitches

And If The Shoe Fits

Than Get Yourself a Purse & Skirt

To Go With It

There It Is Right There Homie

You Heard It from Mr. Criminal

Stay Off My Nuts

You Internet Banging Ass Chump

As Far As That Other Bitch As Fool Go

He Knows Who He Is

Shooting All these Balas At My Direction

Missing And Shit

Stay Off The Nuts Bitch

I Ain’t Got No Lyrics For Your Ass

When I See You

I’m Split Your Motherfucking Face Homie

That’s A Mothafucking Promise Homie

Ain’t No Running

Ain’t No Hiding

Mr. Criminal’s Riding

Don’t Think I Didn’t Hear That Lyrical Assassin Shit

Talking About I Won’t Touch You In These Streets

You Know Me Bitch

You Know What I’m Capable Of

You Know Who I Ride With

Know What I’ve Done

You Know Where I Been

So What Your Fucking Mouth

Faggot

Mr. Criminal Homie

And I’m Out This Bitch