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Not Alike (remix on remix diss ft Junior)
- (Tewsly Hook)
- Ay, Yuh, Tewsly, hot Santa,
- I got a special delivery, for you, uh!
- [Let me hop into my bag of presents for you,](you know because he's a santa)
- But you sound like trash, dog, who the fuck are you?
- You a train wreck, man, [where’s your degree?](rebuttal diss from his diss track)
- [Still in school,](I'm 17 nigga) my guy, livin’ wild and free.
- Alright, you know what, fuck this bullshit, it’s real,
- You and me, homie, we got nothin’ to feel!
- We are not alike, nigga, white ass lames,
- You claimin’ you [hot](hotsanta), but you playin’ old games.
- I’m killin’ the beat, man, you stuck in the past,
- Got the fire, got the heat, and I’m spittin’ it fast!
- So listen up close, you trash Santa clown,
- While I’m movin’ in [silence,](silent night) [I’ll take over your town.](North Pole)
- This ain’t no [fairy tale](like your ugly ass), I’m breakin’ the mold,
- It’s Tewsly in the mix, let the story unfold!
- (Verse 1 Junior)
- I'm the drippyest, in this bitch (yuh!)
- Ima make you slip, like a crip!(Ay!!)
- Though shit was sweet, nah ima knock yo head fuckin' head off, you a bitch
- The only head from (top tier)
- Meat Munchers on yo dick, oh wait I forgot, you don't got one 'cause you a fuckin' bitch (like nugga)
- I could take your fuckin' bitch slip second, 'cause you a damn prick who thinks he's hard (uh)
- Like get the fuck up outta here and bow down to me, the fucking [king of rulers](kings of kings) (nigga)
- I'm saitama combined with gauro, 'cause I'm the strongest in this bitch,
- While you a petty little shit, you ain't no rapper, you a fuckin' ass capper
- You in college to gain knowledge?
- More like in the dump 'cause you a chump, you a fuckin' dumbass to go against us,
- Like nigga you can't even diss correctly, 3 4 lines?
- Nah it's my time, you should really give up because your roasted like a duck,
- I'm the king in this bitch, while you still a rookie, nigga eat a cookie little bitch.
- (Tewsly hook)
- Ay, Yuh, Tewsly, hot Santa,
- I got a special delivery, for you, uh!
- [Let me hop into my bag of presents for you,](you know because he's a santa)
- But you sound like trash, dog, who the fuck are you?
- You a train wreck, man, [where’s your degree?](rebuttal diss from his diss track)
- [Still in school,](I'm 17 nigga) my guy, livin’ wild and free.
- Alright, you know what, fuck this bullshit, it’s real,
- You and me, homie, we got nothin’ to feel!
- We are not alike, nigga, white ass lames,
- You claimin’ you [hot]("hotsanta"), but you playin’ old games.
- I’m killin’ the beat, man, you stuck in the past,
- Got the fire, got the heat, and I’m spittin’ it fast!
- So listen up close, you trash Santa clown,
- While I’m movin’ in [silence,](silent night) [I’ll take over your town.](North Pole)
- This ain’t no [fairy tale](like your ugly ass), I’m breakin’ the mold,
- It’s Tewsly in the mix, let the story unfold!
- (Tewsly Verse 2)
- [Now you wanna think that you filled cars on cars?](bars and cars rebuttal)
- [My momma so large](same rebutall from bars and cars)??? you got some nerve little elf to come up over here and start to poke the bear.
- I’m pissing fire, spitting flames, [you know I’m hot as Mars,](rebuttal diss)
- You’re just a joker, throwing bars, [but you ain’t bringing stars.](copied his space rhyme scheme because anybody can play that game)
- Simp vibes in your flow, where the realness at, bro?
- Like Tekashi with no rainbow, your shade ain’t gonna glow.
- Think you can roll with me? Nah, that’s delusional,
- I’m a beast unleashin' heat, call it brutal and habitual.
- You wanna clash with this heat? This battle ain't a dream,
- [I’m the rap game's cream,](basically saying I’m better then you, all you have in your profile is a pedo, so that’s why I said rap cream) you stuck in static scream.
- Next time, light it up, no chance to backtrack,
- Step to me once more, time for you to feel the smack.
- But let me settle this shit right here and right now
- You fuckin’ piece of shit, he wanna try to sneak diss,
- [But that shit won’t even work in his little city bliss,](little city bliss means Santa’s workshop)
- Come on now let’s get to the bottom of this little nonsenses fuckin’ pit,
- [You bite my bars,](he did copy my flow pay attention) dawg, just admit it, don’t trip,
- Hot Santa in the booth? Well I’m the [Grinch with the heat,](rebuttal about how he hates the grinch and how he beat it)
- Your rhymes are all weak, kid, can’t handle my beat,
- You copy my flows, thinkin’ you slick like a thief,
- Next thing you know, you gettin’ roasted for beef,
- Better yet you better hope I don’t call [Gen X X](Gen X is genxjeezy second x is X factor), and just watch your crew scatter in fright,
- [I’m servin’ up presents, turn your sleigh into night,](talking about killing him like silent night, the movie)
- You think you can flex? Nah, you don’t lift a weight,
- Keep talkin’ big, I’ll bring the thunder, it’s fate.
- You fucking piece of shit, now you got me pissed off,
- Let me take the rest of this energy out, just rip off,
- Thanks for fucking dissin’ me, sneaky lil’ bitch,
- Now I’m locked and loaded, like a cannonball itch.
- I’m breakin’ new ground, while you stuck in a rut,
- I’m building my empire, while you play in the cut,
- What do you sound like? [Just a muffled lil’ clown,](saying he rapes kids)
- I’m the king of this jungle, you’re just lost in the sound.
- [Fuck your toys and the nonsense you ride,](yes all the sex toys and the kids you ride)
- I’m the voice of the streets, while you hide and divide,
- [Fat old jolly rancher,](santa’s nickname I just had to roast him on it) you ain’t spittin’ that heat,
- I’m livin’ real life, while you’re stuck on repeat.
- I’m a lyrical assassin, call me the rap Grim Reaper,
- Snipe your whole head off, fuck it, I'm a mind keeper,
- Your rhymes are like [crayons, soft and just melted,](crayons because he kidnaps the kids from there drawings, soft and melted because he melts into them like chocolate chip cookies)
- I’m the drive in your hater, that got you repelted.
- So better pray to the sky that I don’t unleash,
- When I’m in kill shot mode, I’m a lyrical beast,
- You’re just chirpin’ like crickets, while I’m spittin’ the fire,
- So bow down to the real, or watch your dreams expire.
- (Tewsly hook)
- Ay, Yuh, Tewsly, hot Santa,
- I got a special delivery, for you, uh!
- [Let me hop into my bag of presents for you,](you know because he's a santa)
- But you sound like trash, dog, who the fuck are you?
- You a train wreck, man, [where’s your degree?](rebuttal diss from his diss track)
- [Still in school,](I'm 17 nigga) my guy, livin’ wild and free.
- Alright, you know what, fuck this bullshit, it’s real,
- You and me, homie, we got nothin’ to feel!
- We are not alike, nigga, white ass lames,
- You claimin’ you [hot]("hotsanta"), but you playin’ old games.
- I’m killin’ the beat, man, you stuck in the past,
- Got the fire, got the heat, and I’m spittin’ it fast!
- So listen up close, you trash Santa clown,
- While I’m movin’ in [silence,](silent night) [I’ll take over your town.](North Pole)
- This ain’t no [fairy tale](like your ugly ass), I’m breakin’ the mold,
- It’s Tewsly in the mix, let the story unfold!
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