Fulfill My Destiny (ft. HotShitS...
• Written by Coindrop • Featuring HotShitSpitter
Coindrop's Notes
Diss battle with the homie HotShitSpitter.
Go show him love in his page!
Yeah, what
Yo,
//HotShitSpitter:
No Coindrop, it's me that's making decisions
But I'll still make you flip like I'm changing some switches
Got respect for me, you know I'm the rapping Reaper
Call your album Solo and still have me as a feature
I'm educated, my burn a third-degree
Coin, you think you spit fire like a hydra, observe
'Cause you're about to meet your fucking Hercules
I flip your tails and heads, reverse and obverse
//Coindrop:
You're still annoyed that my killing points are filled with joy,
I had to make you show up cuz with your noise, it's a little voice,
Don't disappoint, you can flip the Coin, but what will it entail?
That even though I'm ahead, I'm still on your tail;
I hold notes so close in a closed folder filled with low blows,
Striking with frozen shoulders, and with swollen toes,
I put you on Solo cuz I thought you was alone so,
Don't go no-where bozo, use this to promote bro;
//HotShitSpitter:
People feeling me, it's filling you with jealousy
Anyone will agree, you your only enemy
Win the fight in yourself if you wanna kill MCs
Claim you ahead? I got a lot of guillotines
Your thinking is off if you think I'm alone
When your head goes bang, you ain't gon' think of a loan
My shit mind-blowing, and speaking of blows
Yours low, mine'll get you high, no weed, little hoe
//Coindrop:
You’ve slipped up so many times I think your rhymes are made of ice,
Spending your time tryna get nicer than me but can’t pay the price,
If I’m my only enemy, then I'm my only competition,
You low-key envy me, very slowly I’m dropping this shit;
Cuz you got craploads of bars from your ass igniter,
I think that’s why you’re rap title’s hot shit, suck your pacifier,
Your satire jokes do nothing but backfire,
So when you scream you’re back with fire, that must mean your raps are lighter;
//HotShitSpitter:
No way, bro, you must hate your life to hate my rhymes
I know they cold, but they ain't made of ice
And my raps are a lighter, so any match can burn
I have to advise ya, get your little ass to work
'Cause I don't see rhymes that's hitting, I don't see improvement
You're your only competition and you still losing
Be modest, Coindrop get smoked in a rapping battle
Ain't gotta joke and I'm still laughing, at you
//Coindrop:
As bad as last time, in this match I gaslight,
I worked on my rhymes while you tryna work overtime,
Cuz you can't pay any fees and to me that's only fine,
If your bars are that cold, I'll freezer burn it since they're polar dry;
So if I lose to myself, that means I still won,
Cuz I love to destroy people I wanna kill in blood,
The only thing you got that hits is a bitch you love, how you fight her,
In the mists of time, I reign on your smoke in a battle to put out fire;
//Outro
Fulfill my destiny, I'll kill to get the seat,
Even a half of me is still the rest of me,
Until I'm set free, keep cooking my recipes,
And get straight to the point, spill the rest of beans;
I said fulfill my destiny, I'll kill to get the seat,
Even a half of me is still the rest of me,
Until I'm set free, keep cooking my recipes,
Getting straight to the point as in spilling the rest of beans;
And we out ✌🏽
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Coindrop
Member since June 1 2022