$wagg by The Real Ice Cream Man Lyrics
[Intro: The Real Ice Cream Man]
Ok bay bones
Aight I see you
Dis-Nom probably thought you were real clever with that
I'm about to end your whole career
[Verse 1: The Real Ice Cream Man]
Coming in to fuck you up leave you dead on the track
Came through with about 11 bars of a lyrical mac
Trying diss the faction, But what you make is a fraction
Better step your bars up or I'll leave you missing in action
Lyrically I'm snapping your neck
You were dissing the best, Now I'm going to put you career to rest
I am not impressed, By you the way you addressed
Your rhymes were berlesque, It was best you kept it suppressed
And your right thugstin never cared about you or your fucking crew cause he only fucks with real rappers thought you knew
And he probaly would have keep your shitty verse is he had room
But his shelf was to full of awards now let me resume
[Verse 2: The Real Ice Cream Man]
The slaughter of this shitty author
Who is nothing but a squatter, And I'm rap game marauder
And I'm sorry I don't have vanilla extract
Don't even even react, Just join a suicide pact
Or swallow this barrel and I'll paint an abstract
Painting of your lack luster imagination
Don't be hating
On what's clearly better than you
Get it straight when you when you come through
It was the greatest of all time you were talking too
Don't even try to rep the bay
Your only causing dismay to the residence
Leave you dead as paper presidents
Hashtag nom we are back
TNC gonna get clacked
And it's fact
When I'm done ill leave you Emmett Till (ill)intact
Bitch
Yeah, and you know I had to do that real quick
You wanted to come at us so we came I at you
Fuck around
[Interlude: Ty Dollaz]
Ryan Flip-Flop wears flip-flops and TNC wears cinder blocks on their feet cause their at the bottom of a lake
#nom is Hummers and TNC is the Lotus E-Sport
[Outro: The Real Ice Cream Man]
Yeah swagg
Remember the two g's
Cause it's game over for the half ass rapper better believe
Ok bay bones
Aight I see you
Dis-Nom probably thought you were real clever with that
I'm about to end your whole career
[Verse 1: The Real Ice Cream Man]
Coming in to fuck you up leave you dead on the track
Came through with about 11 bars of a lyrical mac
Trying diss the faction, But what you make is a fraction
Better step your bars up or I'll leave you missing in action
Lyrically I'm snapping your neck
You were dissing the best, Now I'm going to put you career to rest
I am not impressed, By you the way you addressed
Your rhymes were berlesque, It was best you kept it suppressed
And your right thugstin never cared about you or your fucking crew cause he only fucks with real rappers thought you knew
And he probaly would have keep your shitty verse is he had room
But his shelf was to full of awards now let me resume
[Verse 2: The Real Ice Cream Man]
The slaughter of this shitty author
Who is nothing but a squatter, And I'm rap game marauder
And I'm sorry I don't have vanilla extract
Don't even even react, Just join a suicide pact
Or swallow this barrel and I'll paint an abstract
Painting of your lack luster imagination
Don't be hating
On what's clearly better than you
Get it straight when you when you come through
It was the greatest of all time you were talking too
Don't even try to rep the bay
Your only causing dismay to the residence
Leave you dead as paper presidents
Hashtag nom we are back
TNC gonna get clacked
And it's fact
When I'm done ill leave you Emmett Till (ill)intact
Bitch
Yeah, and you know I had to do that real quick
You wanted to come at us so we came I at you
Fuck around
[Interlude: Ty Dollaz]
Ryan Flip-Flop wears flip-flops and TNC wears cinder blocks on their feet cause their at the bottom of a lake
#nom is Hummers and TNC is the Lotus E-Sport
[Outro: The Real Ice Cream Man]
Yeah swagg
Remember the two g's
Cause it's game over for the half ass rapper better believe