Shots At Slim Slim Jesus Diss by Ben Sommers Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Ben Sommers

[Verse]
I been crazy, my shit hazy
Don't mistake me, little bitch shady
Ain't shit phase me, Slim Jesus
Hoe ass should be Mrs. Jesus
Put me up on a flag, I can't fit on no t-shirt
My city mini-Chiraq, let's beef turf and you'll bleed first
I don't got a gang, just rap good
But we can see who's that good
I take the trash to the back woods
Another white boy wanna act hood
Got a bad feeling, you feel me son
Rap verse, it might leave you hung
Look close in that video I saw orange tips on your BB guns
I hate you, zero bitch if I rate you
You walk around and don't make moves
And you couldn't rap if I paid you
So what the fuck does it take to
Make you to take a break or fucking take two
I need one take, don't take two
You got somethin like [?] better make room
Got eight goons in your music vid
Stupid clips they intimidate
Shit-shit you say is so simplistic
I don't think a single person been amazed
Pip-squeak Chief Keef imitator
All I need is that pen and paper
Name is Jesus but Ben's the savior
Make sure your ass missed your paced up
Heating it frequently, you are not beating, defeating
Coming up so fucking recently
This be a side people ain't seen in me
Killing your ass and I'm doing it decently
Real gritty, ugly boy but I'm still pretty
You cosign with Lil Bibby, that's real nifty
Your wack ass still can't deal with me, aaah