SMMElegy by Taky Lyrics
Don’t ever mention my sister nigga
You’re a fool for making me pull the trigger
If I’ve got no talent, then you’re a fluke
You’re an overrated egotistical Gook
You’ve made one big hit; you think you’re the shit
You’re legit RiceGum, that was only round one
You bring up your wrongs and you push em to the side
You stealing all those songs and them rhymes
You’re committing real crimes, by taking those lines
For a God you sure like sinning sometimes
It’s Odd, you think you’re winning in rhymes
You think you’re all slick, but they’re really just dry
You ain’t a real artist, you’re retarded
Call your shit Infinite, you’re a bootleg ChillinIT
Couldn’t spit bars with a gun to your head
You’ll be ended by my lyrics laced in lead
You’re known for all the bad shit you do
Why you asking me, for something new
If Infinite’s the best that you got, I’m taking a fat shit on you
Thought your diss was a Killshot
Wrong bitch, you missed a spot, hit me with that leg shot
Thought your shit ended me, enemy
This is your elegy
Infinite energy, all of that shit talk, it ain’t offending me
The breakup, yeah, it ain’t offending me
Cuz I got rid of that bitch in the end, are you hearing me
You ain’t scaring me
I can relate to more rappers than you
Half your diss ain’t true
You think you’re Shady
You think you’re crazy
But you don’t know what the fuck I been through
I rapped slow, so you turned up the speed, but you can’t keep a flow on a beat, ain’t getting any dough or a feat, your SC, hasn’t hit a hunned that’s peak
Egos the only thing keeping you intact
Biggest fag I’ve heard on a mic that’s a fact
But you really saying you’re better that’s whack
But a Beretta ain’t ever gonna do shit against a MAC
Old relationships, not affected
Sense your bullshit, that’s detected
Your diss man, I am offended
My music’s been viewed by Boost Collective
And you’re ass still stuck on the autism spectrum
That Hopsin line, it was miles apart
Then you stole the real shit straight from the Drop the Mic verse of Kevin Hart
He’s a comedian, immediately that makes you a joke
You ain’t real nigga, Colonel Sanders secret ingredient for rapping like a demon beating up a beat again, I’m the Satanist, killing priests sitting on my waiting list
I look like Toad, but you’ve got a Mop
This bot really said “number one spot”
Shots, so you make up shit about “Underage Sex”
God bless, you confirmed you’re a virgin, show your low self-respect, Checkmate, and debate, mate we ain’t playing chess, Jadakiss
Fanboy over Lil Tecca and Juice Wrld, purloin Quadeca’s verse I heard
Call yourself a God, but you’re nowhere close
Disguise glass looking ass, with that bigass nose
I end relationships, you get stuck up on hoes
If you’re still breathing, how do you sound outta breath, every single mofuckin note
You’re a fool for making me pull the trigger
If I’ve got no talent, then you’re a fluke
You’re an overrated egotistical Gook
You’ve made one big hit; you think you’re the shit
You’re legit RiceGum, that was only round one
You bring up your wrongs and you push em to the side
You stealing all those songs and them rhymes
You’re committing real crimes, by taking those lines
For a God you sure like sinning sometimes
It’s Odd, you think you’re winning in rhymes
You think you’re all slick, but they’re really just dry
You ain’t a real artist, you’re retarded
Call your shit Infinite, you’re a bootleg ChillinIT
Couldn’t spit bars with a gun to your head
You’ll be ended by my lyrics laced in lead
You’re known for all the bad shit you do
Why you asking me, for something new
If Infinite’s the best that you got, I’m taking a fat shit on you
Thought your diss was a Killshot
Wrong bitch, you missed a spot, hit me with that leg shot
Thought your shit ended me, enemy
This is your elegy
Infinite energy, all of that shit talk, it ain’t offending me
The breakup, yeah, it ain’t offending me
Cuz I got rid of that bitch in the end, are you hearing me
You ain’t scaring me
I can relate to more rappers than you
Half your diss ain’t true
You think you’re Shady
You think you’re crazy
But you don’t know what the fuck I been through
I rapped slow, so you turned up the speed, but you can’t keep a flow on a beat, ain’t getting any dough or a feat, your SC, hasn’t hit a hunned that’s peak
Egos the only thing keeping you intact
Biggest fag I’ve heard on a mic that’s a fact
But you really saying you’re better that’s whack
But a Beretta ain’t ever gonna do shit against a MAC
Old relationships, not affected
Sense your bullshit, that’s detected
Your diss man, I am offended
My music’s been viewed by Boost Collective
And you’re ass still stuck on the autism spectrum
That Hopsin line, it was miles apart
Then you stole the real shit straight from the Drop the Mic verse of Kevin Hart
He’s a comedian, immediately that makes you a joke
You ain’t real nigga, Colonel Sanders secret ingredient for rapping like a demon beating up a beat again, I’m the Satanist, killing priests sitting on my waiting list
I look like Toad, but you’ve got a Mop
This bot really said “number one spot”
Shots, so you make up shit about “Underage Sex”
God bless, you confirmed you’re a virgin, show your low self-respect, Checkmate, and debate, mate we ain’t playing chess, Jadakiss
Fanboy over Lil Tecca and Juice Wrld, purloin Quadeca’s verse I heard
Call yourself a God, but you’re nowhere close
Disguise glass looking ass, with that bigass nose
I end relationships, you get stuck up on hoes
If you’re still breathing, how do you sound outta breath, every single mofuckin note