Kid From Illinois by Kurby Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This Bosnian bitch wants a fight
Think you're right, well let's go, in the ring, we can fight
Think about, all you do, for the clout, we can settle this
Track's a bit hot, try to pedal this
Boy I know you're scared
Thinkin' that you are, but you're not prepared
Your loss is there, takin' forever to pick it up
Stealin' Bus's tracks, don't you suck his dick enough
Thinkin' that you will, but you'll never be rich
Lil' Wolfie, you a lil' bitch
I'm tired of your shitty flow and never growing up
This track the only thing blowin' you up
Left your old account to promote the new
Say you changed, say you will, but you never do
Imma make a bitch outta you
Asked my server other day, "Lil Wolfie who?"
Yeah everyone forgot about you, expired
You can take a break now 'cause I know you're tired
Or you can try to shake it off which I doubt
You're trash at Flash, I see you startin' to pout
Yeah I'm tired of this changin' shit, start makin' shit
Start makin' hits, praise these old shitty songs a bit too much
Surprised no-one's taken you to court
A little sad that your relationships are always short
Just like your track's life
Might be time to end yours, better grab the knife
Your old tracks were shit, none of them were good
And neither is the shit you makin' now, but you would
Just ignore me, all you ever do
Is a yes no question too much for you
Diss a race, then erase, say it wasn't you
All the godlike tracks, yeah it wasn't you
[Verse 2]
Most important track and it was written by your brother
Really sucks that your tracks met the same fate as your mother
Ooga Chaka, really funny
Took away my patron, stealin' money
Quit prasing Pipe, quit prasing Schmeet
Half the reason they sound good is because of the beats
Which you don't make, can you take a break
I'm so tired of you and your Shamrock Shakes
"Beheheh Patbitch, ready to fap"
Why you need a shitty reference in every track?
Why you always gotta act so fucking wack
You're so immature for your age it's kinda sad
I'm kinda mad, no scratch that I'm really mad
It's really bad, I mean you, thinkin' that you're scary
I'm shootin' you up, you can call me millitary
Bitch I'll parry all your disses, all your misses, lookin' hairy
And you'll get a fat lose, fat like the bitch from Mary'
Still makin' fun of Haike for lookin' like a jew?
Get a clue, you're wrong, make another shit song
Then go cry in your room about your dick, not long
Skinny little cunt, you're more bony than me
A sophmore who weighs about 83
You're shady g, you don't wanna mess with me
Else I'll bury you like Max, Dark, and Uli
Makin' fun of blacks ain't cooly
Really funny that you think that you're the one who schooled me
You were just my steppin' stone, now I'm at the top
Your soundcloud's just like your syndrome when it drops
Get the cops, this a 261
Think I'm going hard? I'm just havin' fun
After this disstrack I'll rape your cat a ton
But got one more verse , and this the one
[Outro]
Expired since the Robo Diss, put you on the shelf
Flow's more fucked up than your mental health
You got no stealth, you got the basic flow
You got a basic speed which is basic slow
And it hurts to know that I made your career
Yeah you started and I jumped ahead and now you're here
Taking everything I do and then you make it your own
Don't have a switch, don't have a life, and you don't have a phone
This Bosnian bitch wants a fight
Think you're right, well let's go, in the ring, we can fight
Think about, all you do, for the clout, we can settle this
Track's a bit hot, try to pedal this
Boy I know you're scared
Thinkin' that you are, but you're not prepared
Your loss is there, takin' forever to pick it up
Stealin' Bus's tracks, don't you suck his dick enough
Thinkin' that you will, but you'll never be rich
Lil' Wolfie, you a lil' bitch
I'm tired of your shitty flow and never growing up
This track the only thing blowin' you up
Left your old account to promote the new
Say you changed, say you will, but you never do
Imma make a bitch outta you
Asked my server other day, "Lil Wolfie who?"
Yeah everyone forgot about you, expired
You can take a break now 'cause I know you're tired
Or you can try to shake it off which I doubt
You're trash at Flash, I see you startin' to pout
Yeah I'm tired of this changin' shit, start makin' shit
Start makin' hits, praise these old shitty songs a bit too much
Surprised no-one's taken you to court
A little sad that your relationships are always short
Just like your track's life
Might be time to end yours, better grab the knife
Your old tracks were shit, none of them were good
And neither is the shit you makin' now, but you would
Just ignore me, all you ever do
Is a yes no question too much for you
Diss a race, then erase, say it wasn't you
All the godlike tracks, yeah it wasn't you
[Verse 2]
Most important track and it was written by your brother
Really sucks that your tracks met the same fate as your mother
Ooga Chaka, really funny
Took away my patron, stealin' money
Quit prasing Pipe, quit prasing Schmeet
Half the reason they sound good is because of the beats
Which you don't make, can you take a break
I'm so tired of you and your Shamrock Shakes
"Beheheh Patbitch, ready to fap"
Why you need a shitty reference in every track?
Why you always gotta act so fucking wack
You're so immature for your age it's kinda sad
I'm kinda mad, no scratch that I'm really mad
It's really bad, I mean you, thinkin' that you're scary
I'm shootin' you up, you can call me millitary
Bitch I'll parry all your disses, all your misses, lookin' hairy
And you'll get a fat lose, fat like the bitch from Mary'
Still makin' fun of Haike for lookin' like a jew?
Get a clue, you're wrong, make another shit song
Then go cry in your room about your dick, not long
Skinny little cunt, you're more bony than me
A sophmore who weighs about 83
You're shady g, you don't wanna mess with me
Else I'll bury you like Max, Dark, and Uli
Makin' fun of blacks ain't cooly
Really funny that you think that you're the one who schooled me
You were just my steppin' stone, now I'm at the top
Your soundcloud's just like your syndrome when it drops
Get the cops, this a 261
Think I'm going hard? I'm just havin' fun
After this disstrack I'll rape your cat a ton
But got one more verse , and this the one
[Outro]
Expired since the Robo Diss, put you on the shelf
Flow's more fucked up than your mental health
You got no stealth, you got the basic flow
You got a basic speed which is basic slow
And it hurts to know that I made your career
Yeah you started and I jumped ahead and now you're here
Taking everything I do and then you make it your own
Don't have a switch, don't have a life, and you don't have a phone