Bitch what the f*ck you doing
Don't you hear the booing
Your songs sound like shit
Get out of here thinkin you can spit
Saying you wont give up
But we all say yup
You saying you dreaming
Your music really make me screaming
New Year? Should be a new you
Should be better raps what ya gonna do
You might think I'm hating
But your voice is grating
Saying you're a king
But where the f*ck is your bling
Boy where's your queen
You looking a little green
Hey bro, you think you're outta your mind
Me too, imma agree with you
You think that you shoot for the stars nah-uh
Let me show you
Bitch thinks he's got bars, but he's flexing Kia cars
He thinks he can rap, but he can only fap
Trynin to find a queen, maybe you should do lean
Cause all you can do is f*cking disappoint me
With that bio I thought you'd have a bar
But nah I gotta get a f*cking car
Gotta to drive away from all this shit
Oh wait you're on the internet i got to make a bet
Gotta go make your girls pussy wet
I hate you
Why do you
I hate you
Why do you
I hate you
Why do you
I hate you
Why do you
You call yourself a king but your a peasant
Your voice is so f*cking unpleasant
Why do you think you made a hit
All your shit is not lit
Go die in a whole
I hate you
Why do you
I hate you
Why do you
Say you got bars
You only got a couple of scars, scars
My spittin' skills are high rised up to an infinity
So dope, these MC's claim I'ma rapping divinity
My disses go way harder than a pervert's erection
Vocabs are no way in findin' it in a library section
Claimin' you can beat me but you don't realize my flow
I can kill any lyrical ability, your raps are easy to blow
Your rap skills are minor, my rap skills are to major
I'm makin this battle finer with these lyrical blazers
Nobody can crush my spittin especially these ryhmes
They're more amazing and precious than China's fine
My flow hits you with hard impact, like a tommy gun
Givin' these ladies a sexy attract, turnin on even a nun
These lyrics are too much for your brain to maintain
Goin' smooth like water, but goin' into bars to drain
I left you and your weak lyrics,empty and annihilated
No shit, my flow and lyrics left your bars manipulated
Thanks FinesseGod
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Bitch what the f*ck you doing
Don't you hear the booing
Your songs sound like shit
Get out of here thinkin you can spit
Saying you wont give up
But we all say yup
You saying you dreaming
Your music really make me screaming
New Year? Should be a new you
Should be better raps what ya gonna do
You might think I'm hating
But your voice is grating
Saying you're a king
But where the f*ck is your bling
Boy where's your queen
You looking a little green
Hey bro, you think you're outta your mind
Me too, imma agree with you
You think that you shoot for the stars nah-uh
Let me show you
Bitch thinks he's got bars, but he's flexing Kia cars
He thinks he can rap, but he can only fap
Trynin to find a queen, maybe you should do lean
Cause all you can do is f*cking disappoint me
With that bio I thought you'd have a bar
But nah I gotta get a f*cking car
Gotta to drive away from all this shit
Oh wait you're on the internet i got to make a bet
Gotta go make your girls pussy wet
I hate you
Why do you
I hate you
Why do you
I hate you
Why do you
I hate you
Why do you
You call yourself a king but your a peasant
Your voice is so f*cking unpleasant
Why do you think you made a hit
All your shit is not lit
Go die in a whole
I hate you
Why do you
I hate you
Why do you
Say you got bars
You only got a couple of scars, scars
My spittin' skills are high rised up to an infinity
So dope, these MC's claim I'ma rapping divinity
My disses go way harder than a pervert's erection
Vocabs are no way in findin' it in a library section
Claimin' you can beat me but you don't realize my flow
I can kill any lyrical ability, your raps are easy to blow
Your rap skills are minor, my rap skills are to major
I'm makin this battle finer with these lyrical blazers
Nobody can crush my spittin especially these ryhmes
They're more amazing and precious than China's fine
My flow hits you with hard impact, like a tommy gun
Givin' these ladies a sexy attract, turnin on even a nun
These lyrics are too much for your brain to maintain
Goin' smooth like water, but goin' into bars to drain
I left you and your weak lyrics,empty and annihilated
No shit, my flow and lyrics left your bars manipulated
Thanks FinesseGod
Don't you hear the booing
Your songs sound like shit
Get out of here thinkin you can spit
Saying you wont give up
But we all say yup
You saying you dreaming
Your music really make me screaming
New Year? Should be a new you
Should be better raps what ya gonna do
You might think I'm hating
But your voice is grating
Saying you're a king
But where the f*ck is your bling
Boy where's your queen
You looking a little green
Hey bro, you think you're outta your mind
Me too, imma agree with you
You think that you shoot for the stars nah-uh
Let me show you
Bitch thinks he's got bars, but he's flexing Kia cars
He thinks he can rap, but he can only fap
Trynin to find a queen, maybe you should do lean
Cause all you can do is f*cking disappoint me
With that bio I thought you'd have a bar
But nah I gotta get a f*cking car
Gotta to drive away from all this shit
Oh wait you're on the internet i got to make a bet
Gotta go make your girls pussy wet
I hate you
Why do you
I hate you
Why do you
I hate you
Why do you
I hate you
Why do you
You call yourself a king but your a peasant
Your voice is so f*cking unpleasant
Why do you think you made a hit
All your shit is not lit
Go die in a whole
I hate you
Why do you
I hate you
Why do you
Say you got bars
You only got a couple of scars, scars
My spittin' skills are high rised up to an infinity
So dope, these MC's claim I'ma rapping divinity
My disses go way harder than a pervert's erection
Vocabs are no way in findin' it in a library section
Claimin' you can beat me but you don't realize my flow
I can kill any lyrical ability, your raps are easy to blow
Your rap skills are minor, my rap skills are to major
I'm makin this battle finer with these lyrical blazers
Nobody can crush my spittin especially these ryhmes
They're more amazing and precious than China's fine
My flow hits you with hard impact, like a tommy gun
Givin' these ladies a sexy attract, turnin on even a nun
These lyrics are too much for your brain to maintain
Goin' smooth like water, but goin' into bars to drain
I left you and your weak lyrics,empty and annihilated
No shit, my flow and lyrics left your bars manipulated
Thanks FinesseGod
Writer: Kole Bourgeois, Gavin Blakely
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid