(A/N: This songfic was dedicated to how much I fucking hate Frozen as there have been people who claim it's good when it's not. This is a dissfic that takes aim at not just the cast but the fans who think Frozen is the greatest movie ever. Complete with threats of direct violence. If you hate Frozen like me, this is for you to join in as well as come up with your own disses. I've also given the characters of my Lion King story "Bleeding Paws" singing voices, yes this includes the main protagonist who doesn't speak once or say anything in the real world. Now despite sharing the name of 2Pac's diss towards The Notorious B.I.G, this contains different verses from the different diss track songs like Real Muthaphuckkin' G's by Eazy-E, No Vaseline by Ice Cube, Guaranteed Raw by Biggie Smalls which is actually his first ever rap from 17 Years Old believe it or not. I don't care what you think, it's a garbage ass movie that needs to be banned and get lost like lost media that should NEVER be found or released. It deserves to be lost like the Rugrats "Incredible" Storyboard Jam that too should honest to god never be released, and even if it were I bet your ass it would be super illegal to view given how it references a whole of slew of shit that shouldn't be talked about because this dissfic is targeted to you fans of garbage fire that you call worthy-of-an-Academy-Award. Just so you know, I made up some of the verses I thought would flow real good and would rhyme with what I type in next to make it so that it's extremely disrespectful to those god awful Frozen fans. Not to mention some verses were taken from Killshot by Eminem. So here we go!)

Cast

Jeyluxhal - Ice Cube

Kuplinka - Bizzy Bone

Mwindaji - Eazy-E

Zuberi - 2Pac

Luthando - The Notorious B.I.G

[Intro: Zuberi]

Yeah

Ayo

I think y'all gonna like this next song

When this song drops, I want all the West coast people to give up some love when this song come up

Y'all about to go crazy

They try to ban this song

They don't wanna play my song

But they want to play Fat Ass all goddamn day

Come on, come on (take money)

Come on, come on (take money)

What's up niggas

...

Sucka-ass

I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends

That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!

(Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killas

(Take money) (You know) You know who the realest is

(Take money) Niggas, we bring it too

That's a'ight, haha

(Take money) Haha

...

[Verse 1: Zuberi/Target: Kristoff]

First off, fuck yo' bitch and the clique you claim

Westside when we ride, come equipped with game

You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife

We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fucked for life

Plus, Olaf tryna see me, weak hearts I rip

Anna and Hans, some mark-ass bitches

We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels

Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules

Lil' Sven, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya

Cut your young-ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased

Lil' Frosty Elsa, don't fuck around with real Gs

Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace!

I'll let them niggas know it's on for life

Don't let the Westside ride tonight (Hahaha)

Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed

Fuck with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know

.

[Chorus: Zuberi]

See, grab your Glocks when you see the Croc

Call the cops when you see the Croc, uh

Try and let it go? But you punks didn't finish

Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace

Nigga, I hit 'em up! (Yeah)

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[Interlude: Zuberi]

Check this out (Take money)

You motherfuckers know what time it is

I don't even know why I'm on this track (Take money)

Y'all niggas ain't even on my level

I'ma let my lil' homies ride on you bitch-made ass (Take money)

Bad Boy bitches, feel it! (Take money)

Yes, yo, Outlaw to this mutherfucker (take money)

West Coast, what's up? (take money)

What's up

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[Verse 2: Kuplinka]

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo

Anna and Elsa just got dropped

Olaf, pass the MAC and let me melt him in the ground

Kristoff the white needs to get spanked right for settin' traps

Little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard of ya

Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya

Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank

Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint

Elsa weaker than the fuckin' ice block I'm runnin' through, nigga

And I'm smokin' Sven on a roasting spit, in front of you, nigga

With the ready power tucked in my guess under my Eddie Bauer

Your clout petty/sour, I push packages every hour; I hit 'em up!

.

[Chorus: Zuberi]

Grab your Glocks when you see the Croc

Call the cops when you see Croc, uh

Try and let it go? But you punks didn't finish

Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace

Nigga, we hit 'em up!

.

[Zuberi and Mwindaji]

Ayo Mwindaji

What up?

Get yo' leather ass up front their faces

I'ma take it from here, show who the real muthaphuckkin' G's is

.

[Verse 3: Mwindaji/Target: Mickey Mouse and Elsa]

Hey, yo Mickey, here's another proper hickey

And it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper

And let that real shit provoke, so you's a wanna be 'loc

And you'll get smoked and I hope that yer fans understand

When ya talk about deafen me, the same records that ya

Makin' is payin me

Mothafuck Disney

Mothafuck Goof

Mothafuck Pluto

Yo, and here comes me left blow

"Cause I'm the M-W-I-N-D-A-J-I, and this is the season

To let the Real Mothafuckin G's in, ya like a kid ya

Found a girl whose actin' like a empress, but tell me where the

Fuck ya find an anorexic actress like Indina Menzel?

She look like she could be deported back to India

Talkin 'bout who you gone squabble with and who ya shoot

You're only 60 pounds when yer wet and wearin boots

Damn Daji, they tried to fade you on Open Door

But Open Door only meant your movie's a snorin' bore

All of a sudden Elsa is a official princess, but in reality

She's just a supporter for incest to be normalized in reality

So nigga please, nigga please don't step to deez

Muthafuckin' real G's

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[Verse 4: Luthando/Target: Anna]

Backlands, Brooklyn where this lizard was originated

Your rhymes ain't shit, they're all constipated

Many awaited, the heavyset sister from Fulton Street

To drop a rhyme to a funky beat

Expellin' MCs as if I was at Sarah J

Or boys and girls at any school around the way

Opponents, pupils, but I'm the principal

Hard to beat, damn near invisible

Niggas wanna know, how I live the mack life

Makin' money smoking mics like crack pipes

Flippin' bombs, stayin' calm, givin' my people my palm

And sayin' rhymes is an opium bomb

Yes it's me, the LU-PHAN-DOH

Competition ripper ever since thirteen

Used to bite people, was considered violent

Until I started hustlin with a Violet in my hand

But you wouldn't give a damn

Makin' loot, knockin' boots on the regular

Pass the microphone I'm the perfect competitor

Jewels and all that, my scales is all that

Chumps steppin' to me, that's where they took a fall at!

LUTH-PHAN-DOH without burner, that's unheard of

I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner

Quick to smother a punk motherfucker undercover

Word to your mother, I'm above ya, and I love ya'

Cause you're a SWEET BITCH, a crazy crab that might make my DICK ITCH!

I flow looser than Luther, words ya get used ta

LUTH-PHAN-DOH is a born, trooper like ice cream I scoop ya'

My music you wanna get loose ta, stay dipped and I'm not a booster

So what'cha got to say? This mackin' word is bond

There's no other assumption, I got it goin' on

Think yo' sister is a hot blonde? You ain't never seen a broad!

I'm not conceited, my friends tell me this

Even my mother be noddin' her head tot his

Makes her proud to see her one son get loud

Flip on a sucker and bow to the crowd

Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4

Live in action, guaranteed RAW

Round two the rhyme regulator here to roast ya

As ya follow this boast, I gave a liittle toast to ya crew, cause they can't take a poo

See, they popped on ya' like a kernel, they didn't realize that the beef was eternal

Internal injury that's what you're soon to see, because that's how it's gonna be

LUTH-PHAN-DOH keeps company

Sometimes in my waist, if he ain't coming, I'm boatin'

Run upstairs, change my skimmer and my coat and

I'll be floatin' to your punk part of kingdom

Anybody fronting, they better kinged ya'

Don't get mad 'cause I grazed ya', you jumped in that ugly ass 4-door blue and maroon dress, quick I couldn't get a good hit, ya' couldn't even make a diss

Shit, I was aimin' for the melon

Buck the kick of my three-pound auto there's no tellin'

Picture all that, nigga I'm too fat

Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4

Live action, guaranteed raw! You dumbass bitches, now here's a snitch and his name's Jeyluxhal, get a little push through your 'Scholls

Jeyluxhal's his name and he's got somethin' to say, so go ahead, push it through her skull like you can in a day

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[Verse 5: Jeyluxhal/Target: Frozen Fans and Bootleg Creators] (A/N: Frozen Bootlegs are the worst, don't look them up but if you ignore this warning, you're gonna agree with Jeyluxhal here)

Fuck all y'all

Goddamn, I'm glad y'all set it off

Used to be hard with better movies, now you're just wet and soft wanting their boobies

First you was down with Tangled

But now you got a tangle in a dangle

Looking like straight up bozos, I saw it coming, that's why I kept stompin' on your tongues

While y'all motherfuckers moved straight outta compton

Living with the creeps, one big house and not another one peepin' in the bushes

I started off with too much cargo, dropped four niggas, now I'm making all the dough

Jackasses just ruling, don't give you attitude? Who you foolin'?

Y'all niggas just phony, I put that on my moms and my dead homies

Chris Buck's on your team, so you're losing

Ay, yo, Jennifer Lee, stick to producing

Calling me Tajiuva, but you've been a dick

Peter Del Vecho saw your asses and went in it quick

You got jealous when Atlantis was bombin' your company

But I'm a man and ain't nobody humping me

Trying to sound like America's Most, you could yell all day, but you don't close

'Cause you know I'm the one that flow, even If I know I don't talk, don't even think of makin' a mock

You done run a hundred miles, but you always got one to go and it never endin', 'cause there don't exist no happy endin' for you

With the Hootie and the Blowfish, get a hootie and go blow a bitch

Y'all disgrace the P-I-X-A-R

'Cause you're getting fucked out your green, by a lean mean hyena who don't no much, 'cause he isn't no homophobe

You ain't never made a list next to no Simba, no Aladdin, no Beast, no Milo Thatch

Next to Maggie, Grace, and that Mrs. Caloway ho, you really about to blow

I'm gonna be putting your name, next to Marty, next to Alex, next to Melman, next to Gloria, not next to no Pluto, die, motherfucker

Like the last motherfuckin' sayin' Tinker Bell in vain

Stick a bell in her brain, you uncultured ass-swines

Your biggest flops are your greatest hits

But I gotta wake up from Labor Day to this? (-the fuck?)

Bein' compared by a bunch of assholes to that Hans prick, in a state bliss 'cause I said he's a weak villain who don't deserve this

Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this, cause I'd rather take a piss on this bitch and sister of a snitch

It's your moment bootleggers, this is it, as big as you're gonna get so enjoy it, 'cause you had to get a career for me to destroy it

Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep in the seafloor, I'll give you a C for the effort but you see if I was three foot eleven then you'd look up to me and for the record, you'd suck a hyena matriarch's pseudo dick to fuckin' be me for a second

Lick a ballsack to sell these on the market, give your life to be as solidified as a fuckin' creep who fetishizes a bitch who has powers of ice that'll fuckin' melt

This bootleg mothafuckin' shit is like pirates on the caribbean, tryin' to be like 'ol James Hooky?

Don't fuckin' me laugh 'cause you're solidified dukey butter in the toilet bowl that don't go away with Billy Mays and his Oxi Clean toilet bowl cleaner

And don't worry, I've got my own cleaner on the way and he's packin' 325. Calibers slung on his back, so you gonna piss in your pants and do a Irish riverdance

Had enough of these tatted-up bootleg shakin', shank-a-bitch developers behind these games

How the fuck can them and I battle? He'll have to fuck Kim-Jong un in my flannel, if he didn't blow up like a banana on Eric Bana first

I'll give them my sandals, 'cause they know long as I'm like a shady raccoon, they gonna' have to live the shadows in their basements, getting thick like that raccoon named RJ living over the hedge

Letting off like a spring season, like gun barrel bitch, get off me, there ain't no reason

You dance around it like a sombrero, we call all see

You're fuckin' salty 'cause young Gerald Ford's balls-deep inside of Indina Meznel, sell her off online like a prostitute, or better yet since nobody wants her, hide her corpse in the closet

Ayo Zuberi, take it right back, I've done all I can to stop these stinkin' fuckers and they think they're the next Beauty and the Beast like the fuckers they are, fuck the fans, shred them all in the turbine

Or better yet, get 'em to bend down and bow like a white cracka!

Teach these mothafuckas' that Frozen ain't shit, let it burn and don't hold back anymore!

...

[Verse 6: Zuberi/Target: Elsa]

Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel

This ain't no freestyle battle

All you niggas gettin' killed with your mouths open

Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'

Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high

Niggas think they learned to fly

But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die

Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me

All you niggas livin' bummy while you fuckin' with me

I'm a self-made millionaire

Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (Haha)

Elsa, remember when you used to annoy the fuck outta' me?

And forced me to practice singing your swan song of a siren?

Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style

Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled

Now I'm back to set the record straight

With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate

Motherfucker, I hit 'em up!

[Verse 7: Mwindaji/Target: Anna]

I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs

No points or commas, we bring the drama to all you herbs

Now go check the scenario: Olaf

I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro

Anna, is you coked up or doped up?

Get your little Junior Clitorus slit smoked up

What the fuck, is you stupid?

I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn

With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block

With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot

Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch

And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped

All your fake-ass fans and props brainstormed and locked

[Verse 8: Kuplinka/Target: Hans]

You's a beat biter, a plot-twist faker

I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit but a baker

Softer than Alizé with a chaser

About to get murdered for the paper

Kuplinka approach the scene of the caper

Like a loc, with Hans in a choke

Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke

Thug Life, niggas better be knowin'

We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'

No need for hopin', it's a battle lost

I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off

You disgrace the Villains, now I'ma leave with the damages I'm billin' ya

Nigga, I hit 'em up!

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[Outro: Zuberi]

That's right

Go

Yo

Y'all gotta keep this shit real

.

Now you tell me who won

I see them, they run, hahahaha

They don't wanna see us (Take money)

Whole Arendelle asshole clique dressin' up tryna be us (Take money)

How the fuck they gonna be the mob

When we always on our job? (Take money)

We millionaires

Killin' ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it (Take money)

Oh yeah, Elsa, huh, you wanna fuck with us? (Take money)

You little young-ass motherfuckers (Take money)

Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or somethin'? (Take money)

You're fuckin' with me, nigga

You fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack (Take money)

You better back the fuck up

Before you get smacked the fuck up

This is how we do it on our side

Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it, bring it!

But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama

Fuck you and yo' motherfuckin' mama!

We gon' kill all you motherfuckers!

Now when I came out I told you it was just about Elsa and the crew

Then everybody had to open their mouth

With a motherfuckin' opinion

Well, this is how we gonna do this: Fuck Anna and Elsa! Fuck Kristoff and Olaf!

Fuck Walt Disney Records as a staff, record label, and as a motherfuckin' crew!

And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too!

Everyone in Arendelle, fuck you too!

All you motherfuckers, fuck you too!

(Take money, take money)

All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow!

Motherfucker, my .44 make sho' all y'all kids don't grow!

You motherfuckers can't be us or see us

We motherfuckin' Thug Life ridas

Westside 'til we die!

Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya

We'll bomb on you motherfuckers! We do our job!

You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob!

Ain't nothin' but killas

And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us

Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple (Take money)

You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckas belts

You know how it is: when we drop records, they felt

You niggas can't feel it, we the realest

Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy killas!

Seriously, I am not going to stop bitching about how shit Frozen is because it was a shit movie, it's a shit franchise and it's full of shit heads so much so that 2Pac had even came down to me in a dream last night to say that I should use his song to diss the fuck out of everyone involved, especially Indina Menzel who voiced a blonde bitch with ice powers who doesn't deserved to be named

But overall that's the end of the dissfic of a songfic

Tell me what you think of it and I don't care if I left in the n-word more than once because it's intentional, my Lion King characters are supposed to be African and in the case of Jeyluxhal... well you're not gonna learn just where exactly he hails from based on WHAT nationality he is anytime soon, I like to keep it ambiguous for now

Though I can tell you, he's not a white or a hispanic, a Native American or a Latino, a Keynan or a Swahilian

But I can tell you that what his nationality is comes from a country that's hot enough to melt a chocolate palace Willy Wonka built for Prince Pondicherry, but it's also where there are hippos, crocodiles, jackals, cats and eagle owls roam

In the end though, fuck Frozen entirely as a movie and fuck the songs. I was forced to listen to the different languages version not once but twice, the second time is being behind the scenes and we had to practice singing that fucking "Let it Go" song; all of these occurred in Choir Class and I absolutely fucking hated every second of it. Even more when we actually WATCHED the prologue of the fucking movie and up to that song too. If my choir class director and teacher is reading this, then you go fuck yourself for making us watch that garbage fire

You hear me, my former choir class director and teacher? Go fuck yourself for making me watch Frozen and making the class practice singing that song