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Melt Some Chumps ft. HarryTrevPev (GoldenShower and HotSanta Diss)
- //Verse 1 (WEALTHMASTA)//
- Ay, fuck these two busters, we boutta melt some chumps like they butter
- Can’t say which one of em’s dumber cause I can barely tell these bums from each other
- But these pussies fucked with some hunters and so now we boutta gun down these suckers
- So these wimps better run and take cover, seek refuge and get holed up in a bunker
- And they’d get used to that placement since they live in their mother’s basement
- And spend all day masturbatin, it’s like that’s their one form of entertainment
- Yeah, it’s sad watching you pathetic cucks pretendin’ to be a team of elites
- Cause edging is the only way you virgins are ever reaching your peak
- And you must not be using your head if you think you’ll defeat Pev or me
- So say you grinding, cause the only thing you’ll ever beat is your meat
- These schmucks failed in life, so they writing trash disses like some wussies
- Meanwhile we out here pimping, slicing bad bitches through their pussies
- And this punk GoldenShower be doin anything to try and stay relevant
- His whole career’s based on dissin’ cool people, now that’s some pathetic shit
- Cause when it comes to actual rapping, this loser is on par with excrement
- Maybe he should open a GoodNature account and get some dough from sellin it
- And I know that HotSanta’s nervous, acts strong but he’s never certain when he’s fuckin with Wealth
- And this Glock’s gonna murk him, and Claus knows that Ima hurt him, boutta come with the shells
- Says he got a cock he be servin and tossin’ dirt at us, surely he bout as hung as an elf
- Cause when you call everybody a virgin then honestly it alerts us that you’re just one yourself
- //Verse 2 (HarryTrevPev)//
- See two niggas looking at they screens twenty four seven, never felt women's heaven
- Had to pay fees to feel a women's touch, mean men to kids on the internet, plenty more for 'em
- Sad, old enough to be some's dad, but pretend as much of a little shit think they bad
- Moving no one, having nothing done, never felt love from mom, intend to get attention from us
- Thus, they be dickheads, proving they home life is dead, wit bled, want to be center of intentions it seems
- All alone in they bed, laid not getting laid or head, abusing grace from those who say
- Call them hoes for what they may, not agree with, sought lovely gift, profit from it
- But they can't even rap, shit so ass, shit so trash, bask in asking for cash, probably on streets
- Then once they done, hop online 'n argue with kids who still trick or treat, no hate to dem
- Some of dem got skills to pay da bills, on rhymes stars grew, but these two, stay lone
- Maul for bones, call for tones, sad lives once you look away from phones
- Lacking chromosomes I feel, 'n when will our little bet be done for real Goldie
- Backing all that talk all the deal, ever was, scribble through the debt you owe
- Know, rapping is an art y'all disrespect, lecturing y'all ain't best, for mental stress
- Consequential to rest, the heart to y'all don't exist, its, fake 'n will persist till y'all actually try
- Call everything sentimental 'n take it by the throat, hope you can fix your reputation 'n pry
- Your way to being good, not playing hood, while you live in the suburbs, claim you smoke
- Herbs for decapitation of good, style 'n words in verse matter, done wit' this chatter
- //Outro (WEALTHMASTA)///
- Leave this site, you pathetic losers
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