The Diss Track Diss Track by Hunter Avallone Lyrics
[Verse: Yung Ritz]
Pick on others just to hide the fact you're insecure
You can be that way, but I don't think we'll find the cure
For your shitty actions, for your shitty life
I have the gun and you have the knife
If were being honest then I think you're fucking petty
I also fucked your bitch but I think you fucking let me
Call me roller coaster 'cause she screams when she rides me
Really coming at me nigga? Put you down six feet
Since you got famous, you've been nothing more than a prick
Thinking you're a rapper just because you got one hit
Now you're insignificant
Roasting like a pre-school kid
Your lights are out like Edison
I'm exorcist with that head spin
To call your song a diss track is a diss to a diss
You try to score but you miss and you miss
I will call you Paul if you try and walk back from this
Motherfucker, it's the fast and the furious
They call me pastor, I spit and I preach
You're in the pasture, you pathetic sheep
I'll call you Bo, I will not hear a peep
You claim you're awake? Yeah, bitch, you're asleep
I can beat you when I wanna, I can beat you right now
See, it's time to kiss my feet or maybe you could just bow
You don't even have to like me, but you'll like me right now
Time to bow down, worship king of the prowl
Compare you to me, and your name's small potatoes
Your music's so boring, plays in elevators
Thinking you're a big man? No, you're really not
You're measuring your dick in centimeters
Tired of me yet? Well, sorry I'm not leaving
I won't call you Steven 'cause bitch, we're never even
Call me gladiator 'cause I'll leave you here, bleeding
Pop you like a balloon, your ego is depleting
I am AT&T 'cause I got all these bars
The difference of our flows is like from Venus to Mars
Spitting all this fire got me lit up like a star
Still think you compare? Bitch, there's the door
Getting kinda tired, so it's time to lay down
Which reminds me, how's it taste on the ground?
This has been a lesson on who is now more skilled
I will call you Cecil 'cause you're hunted and killed
Pick on others just to hide the fact you're insecure
You can be that way, but I don't think we'll find the cure
For your shitty actions, for your shitty life
I have the gun and you have the knife
If were being honest then I think you're fucking petty
I also fucked your bitch but I think you fucking let me
Call me roller coaster 'cause she screams when she rides me
Really coming at me nigga? Put you down six feet
Since you got famous, you've been nothing more than a prick
Thinking you're a rapper just because you got one hit
Now you're insignificant
Roasting like a pre-school kid
Your lights are out like Edison
I'm exorcist with that head spin
To call your song a diss track is a diss to a diss
You try to score but you miss and you miss
I will call you Paul if you try and walk back from this
Motherfucker, it's the fast and the furious
They call me pastor, I spit and I preach
You're in the pasture, you pathetic sheep
I'll call you Bo, I will not hear a peep
You claim you're awake? Yeah, bitch, you're asleep
I can beat you when I wanna, I can beat you right now
See, it's time to kiss my feet or maybe you could just bow
You don't even have to like me, but you'll like me right now
Time to bow down, worship king of the prowl
Compare you to me, and your name's small potatoes
Your music's so boring, plays in elevators
Thinking you're a big man? No, you're really not
You're measuring your dick in centimeters
Tired of me yet? Well, sorry I'm not leaving
I won't call you Steven 'cause bitch, we're never even
Call me gladiator 'cause I'll leave you here, bleeding
Pop you like a balloon, your ego is depleting
I am AT&T 'cause I got all these bars
The difference of our flows is like from Venus to Mars
Spitting all this fire got me lit up like a star
Still think you compare? Bitch, there's the door
Getting kinda tired, so it's time to lay down
Which reminds me, how's it taste on the ground?
This has been a lesson on who is now more skilled
I will call you Cecil 'cause you're hunted and killed