Try Me by Trey Coachman Lyrics
[Intro: Computer Module]
Warning waring
This is a diss song
I repeat this is a D I S S track
Let’s go
[Verse 1: Trey Coachman]
Don’t piss off this young kid or else you will get pissed on
Already said ‘Get At Me’ nobody approached me before this song
I’ve grown too cocky to thinkin’ that I am the best
Then I heard your crap and forever I’ll rest
Until you make a great track
That’s T-Minus never
I’m pretty clever and intelligent
Your existence is irrelevant
I’m just so evident in the eyes of people like the president
Yet your attempt at this art from is so inadequate
Step your game up
‘Cause the probability is high
That you’re pursuing the dictionary
To fathom the definitions of those big words
Don’t get all skeptical cause you’re getting your butt served
Straight to your face
Smell how much your crap stinks
Literally and metaphorically
I have so many ‘Fuckin’ Problems’ I’m confronting this publicly
So I’ll go make you come and me
To get a glimpse to see ‘How It Feel’
To be writing poetry ‘All Night’
Alternatively to the prattle that you reveal
Hence. ‘Nod Yo’ Head’ while in bed face covered with tears
To accept that ‘Induction’ will be the worst thing anybody will hear
Am I clear?
Ha
[Verse 2: Trey Coachman]
Have a ‘Summer Breeze’ fix your image that I’m gonna break
I’m droppin’ knowledge against stuff you need to reiterate
You are as round as a square, I need to go and set it straight
Knockin’ out rappers while I’m chillin’ here in featherweight
Some of you rappers out here forever need to take a break
At trying to be lyrical, triple turn to grand jete
‘Cause the truth is you sound disturbing dreadful
And don’t forget about how desperate
What you rap about is so inaccurate
You have tried and failed several times
Straight to your face I have lied
Said I like your raps
You be ‘Running Shit’ I couldn’t give a number two
You said “I focus on amazing”
Yet you aren’t even a glimpse away to achieve
Please tell me when you stop blazin’
Nothing can help you not even weed
I get so confused trying to decipher any sense
That you give from your raps
Tend to make me tense
So I’ll go grab a wrench
And teach you hand-on how to truly kill
Oh yeah stop talkin’ like you rep’ da D
You’re a white kid from the suburbs
So you end up around close to three ways
A burn out, boring, or a young nerd
And congratulations! you’re very close to the first
With saying shit so many times in your one verse you are shit
On twitter you tweeted how you’re in rap rehab
That’s so corny and sad
My bad so knowing real people that went to real rehab
Yes with stories that would make your brain lag
And wouldn’t come close to understand
And yes you are a threat to society
Cause you don’t have anything intelligent to say
No way for people to appreciate
This shit I can’t tolerate
On your face I will urinate
And yes you are a threat to society
Cause you don’t have anything intelligent to say
Please don’t get mad at me Big Nate
Because the true is
Your attempt at this career I can obliterate
Warning waring
This is a diss song
I repeat this is a D I S S track
Let’s go
[Verse 1: Trey Coachman]
Don’t piss off this young kid or else you will get pissed on
Already said ‘Get At Me’ nobody approached me before this song
I’ve grown too cocky to thinkin’ that I am the best
Then I heard your crap and forever I’ll rest
Until you make a great track
That’s T-Minus never
I’m pretty clever and intelligent
Your existence is irrelevant
I’m just so evident in the eyes of people like the president
Yet your attempt at this art from is so inadequate
Step your game up
‘Cause the probability is high
That you’re pursuing the dictionary
To fathom the definitions of those big words
Don’t get all skeptical cause you’re getting your butt served
Straight to your face
Smell how much your crap stinks
Literally and metaphorically
I have so many ‘Fuckin’ Problems’ I’m confronting this publicly
So I’ll go make you come and me
To get a glimpse to see ‘How It Feel’
To be writing poetry ‘All Night’
Alternatively to the prattle that you reveal
Hence. ‘Nod Yo’ Head’ while in bed face covered with tears
To accept that ‘Induction’ will be the worst thing anybody will hear
Am I clear?
Ha
[Verse 2: Trey Coachman]
Have a ‘Summer Breeze’ fix your image that I’m gonna break
I’m droppin’ knowledge against stuff you need to reiterate
You are as round as a square, I need to go and set it straight
Knockin’ out rappers while I’m chillin’ here in featherweight
Some of you rappers out here forever need to take a break
At trying to be lyrical, triple turn to grand jete
‘Cause the truth is you sound disturbing dreadful
And don’t forget about how desperate
What you rap about is so inaccurate
You have tried and failed several times
Straight to your face I have lied
Said I like your raps
You be ‘Running Shit’ I couldn’t give a number two
You said “I focus on amazing”
Yet you aren’t even a glimpse away to achieve
Please tell me when you stop blazin’
Nothing can help you not even weed
I get so confused trying to decipher any sense
That you give from your raps
Tend to make me tense
So I’ll go grab a wrench
And teach you hand-on how to truly kill
Oh yeah stop talkin’ like you rep’ da D
You’re a white kid from the suburbs
So you end up around close to three ways
A burn out, boring, or a young nerd
And congratulations! you’re very close to the first
With saying shit so many times in your one verse you are shit
On twitter you tweeted how you’re in rap rehab
That’s so corny and sad
My bad so knowing real people that went to real rehab
Yes with stories that would make your brain lag
And wouldn’t come close to understand
And yes you are a threat to society
Cause you don’t have anything intelligent to say
No way for people to appreciate
This shit I can’t tolerate
On your face I will urinate
And yes you are a threat to society
Cause you don’t have anything intelligent to say
Please don’t get mad at me Big Nate
Because the true is
Your attempt at this career I can obliterate