"At the top floor of Orlando and don't see none of y'all s**ers."
Cheaaa
You illiterate, little kids
Put ya in baby crib
Maybe if your guns were real, but that's just "maybe if"
Crazy sh**, contraband was just like a navy ship
It sunk to the bottom before they even made that ship
I make I'll figures, fresh like JB
Bentley on E, which E stands for empty
Ugh
You a immigrant, green card
Reduce, reuse, recycle them three R's
Retard, You pretend your a vengeance
I put the red in redemption
If my name is in mention
I'll put the K as in message
Like ya b**h was mad when texting
Now let me show you what's really infected
Your last phase
I cascade
I castrate
Your sad face
I activate
The last of days
To pa** the way
For my campaign
My dick has flames
You speak in shame
But I maintain
To k** the weak
Dont speak to me
To peak your cheap
Words to be
Added to thee
Verses I seek
Make mills, no meek
You up sh**s creek
I'm diagon alley
Higher fire breathing dragon
I like guys but you the f*ggot
The same disses you keep draggin
But sadly i made it happen
You wanna battle me? try mo
Dont record your f**ing songs on an Iphone
And Eric
Thinking your buzz Rose like Derrick
Went at me on a wack beat
Thats very barbaric
Yours bars are clearance
The style you have is apparent
To be bought by your parents
Cause who the f** wears Marc Ecko?
(Bullsh** Dialog)
(Verse 2)
f**ing beats up as I go on
Never gave a damn cause this show never goes on
You a f**ing b**h
Put a f**ing thong on
Then you sing the song
Thong.....thong thong thong thong
Cause that's what you rap like
b**h you a rap dyke
f** you and your mom
In her black kite
f** it
I'll take the bucket
Put it over my head
Your girlfriend can s** it
I nut over her face now
She a grey hound
She so great now
She wanna bake cows
I bake cows for a living
(Bullsh** dialog)