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I don't wanna hear about this ever again
You a bitch ass nigga go put you in a pen
Sickdickik- what the f*ck, can't pronounce that shit
Cant rap one sentence your mom called too tell you too quit
Better keep the head hunch's name outta your mouth
Before I call up homeboy, leave your body parts down south
Heard about your name through a cokeheads word
Very easy too assume that you're another bird
Ride the wave, but confidential our boat
Try too swim here, bitch but my foot on your throat
Matter fact, imma get my timberland and stomp on your temple
I could f*ckin wreck you without an instrumental, nigga
HA HA HA HA, kill pussies with no regard
So funny that you can't spit but you think you're hard
I studied Nas, Big L, Hova, the greats,
Sounds like you study lil pump with xannies on your plate
I should lock your autotune flow up and put it in a crate
Your diss didn't hit, only responded cause of fate
God came too me, said smite that man because of hate
Ironic that the devil told me for you that it's too late nigga!
U Can't flow, can't sing, prolly can't even speak
Would fight you but, like you said you're too weak
The 70's called, they said your fashion is bleak
Get the f*ck up off the mic, always yelling like Meek! Bitch

No cap, you ain't never gon hear me talk about you after this
Seen the videos online, them niggas beat out your piss
You wanna be me so damn bad, your my son, on this diss
Hope when you die the devil give you a kiss,
Nah, f*ck that, your gonna waste all of hell's time
Hope your mind stay locked in the back of a dime
And all you can think about is how a nigga swept you, 3-1
I'm more like Lebron, you're more like Kris Dunn
Bitch if this ball, on your head top's my highlight reel
I could kill your career with a verse, that's a light light deal
Kelowna knows my habit is just keeping it real
So typical, you had too find a real one too steal
Off of, your thoughts can't produce a simple melody
The only black man that I hope commits a felony
You know I'm the reaper, your soul is my remedy
Tried to be friendly, but your an app, just an enemy
Yeah you a lil bitch on the streets, I call you my kin
Your IQ will never have the talent too win
At competition, rap, sports, nigga not even life
I hope a real nigga in the future is f*ckin your wife
2020 Vision, already on top of your grave
The public could give a single f*ck about the effort you gave
Your voice sounds bad, lets get all the facts straight
Can't spit with or without autotune, this ain't even the hate
This how the public feels, but know you can't relate
Your so delusional, can't see what they all perceive
If you died today bitch you know I won't grieve
And I've been through some pain some shit you can't believe
But now I gotta ruin a nigga with my words, your heart I shall receive, bitch