Diss Freestyle by Zeus Lyrics
[Verse]
Bitch, I'm comin' in swingin'
I'm not singin'
I'm rappin'
Grabbin' fags by they collar bone
They egos popped and thrown off of they mache throne
Normally, I hate sublims, and I'm wantin' to rip into fuckin' degenerates who think they better than anyone with their shit and cum they spew like puke
But they ain't sick
They fakin' every move they makin'
They always sayin' they got shit bakin'
But they just lie about every single fuckin' thing
But wouldn't wanna fuck with me
But truth is really any hot-headed, non-rocksteaded, sewer mutant boar would come in, duelin' forth
Because they know
They won't take shit an angered 16 year old
Think you flames hot
Think you game? ha!
I'm like a drug fuckin' you up, a parasite, be there and like that, I'm attached, a fungi to ya brain rot
Refrain? Nah!
I scoff off at victims of what it is I'm spittin' who think I would show a pittance
Maybe not an ass whippin'
But bitches don't listen to every word that I'm rippin'
And let loose with
Off on fuckers that don't do shit
But claim they make music
But too foolish to understand what is deulin' and the rope they must go cross to actually talk
To get a flow, to actually have an actMC
To be able to rap off of they dad's lap
And finally put out a track that fuckin' smacks harder than they dad do
You just end up a fad too
If you don't put on them ironclad boots
Don't get mad, dude
I smack fags cause I have to
Or else these fakes is gon' keep set array the entire place
They just trashy, bratty teenagers
Pull keg stands and ragers
House parties when parents out hearty
Don't think I'm wrong to come along and drop a bomb on y'all
I'm a lefty but I'm still always right
So don't put up a fight
I'm sure you like your eyes
But, funny, because you're blind to life
Don't know what it's like to pick up a mic and write
You barely carrying a barren beat, at the very least, try to find a rhyme
Instead of singin' to Juliet 'bout how you a fool to fret
Or whatever corny line you stole from some horny guy
Or who, you get yo pick up lines
You wack ass don't be claimin' you watch Spited
Or come puttin' ya love letters or sayin' ya better
So fuckin' stay quiet before I get slicin' on yo Fisher Price shit
Bitch, I'm comin' in swingin'
I'm not singin'
I'm rappin'
Grabbin' fags by they collar bone
They egos popped and thrown off of they mache throne
Normally, I hate sublims, and I'm wantin' to rip into fuckin' degenerates who think they better than anyone with their shit and cum they spew like puke
But they ain't sick
They fakin' every move they makin'
They always sayin' they got shit bakin'
But they just lie about every single fuckin' thing
But wouldn't wanna fuck with me
But truth is really any hot-headed, non-rocksteaded, sewer mutant boar would come in, duelin' forth
Because they know
They won't take shit an angered 16 year old
Think you flames hot
Think you game? ha!
I'm like a drug fuckin' you up, a parasite, be there and like that, I'm attached, a fungi to ya brain rot
Refrain? Nah!
I scoff off at victims of what it is I'm spittin' who think I would show a pittance
Maybe not an ass whippin'
But bitches don't listen to every word that I'm rippin'
And let loose with
Off on fuckers that don't do shit
But claim they make music
But too foolish to understand what is deulin' and the rope they must go cross to actually talk
To get a flow, to actually have an actMC
To be able to rap off of they dad's lap
And finally put out a track that fuckin' smacks harder than they dad do
You just end up a fad too
If you don't put on them ironclad boots
Don't get mad, dude
I smack fags cause I have to
Or else these fakes is gon' keep set array the entire place
They just trashy, bratty teenagers
Pull keg stands and ragers
House parties when parents out hearty
Don't think I'm wrong to come along and drop a bomb on y'all
I'm a lefty but I'm still always right
So don't put up a fight
I'm sure you like your eyes
But, funny, because you're blind to life
Don't know what it's like to pick up a mic and write
You barely carrying a barren beat, at the very least, try to find a rhyme
Instead of singin' to Juliet 'bout how you a fool to fret
Or whatever corny line you stole from some horny guy
Or who, you get yo pick up lines
You wack ass don't be claimin' you watch Spited
Or come puttin' ya love letters or sayin' ya better
So fuckin' stay quiet before I get slicin' on yo Fisher Price shit