The poles and showers
• Written by Tewsly • Featuring GoldenShower and HotSanta
Tewsly's Notes
Intro to hotsanta and goldenshower
Yo,
Alright, let me say some things that I’ve had in my chest for a while,
Everyone who wants me to diss 'em, get your feelings out now, alright, Yo.
Break it down,
Shit’s heated, ain't no bluff,
These Santa's elves actin' tough, like what the fuck?
Hotsanta and his crew, thinkin' they the kings,
But I'm here droppin' truth like it’s heavy metal rings.
Brrrt! Empty the clip, aim it at the fakes,
Elvis wannabes, time to shake the stakes,
Shut your trap, who you talkin' to, lil' bitch?
What’s your talent? Being trash, man, you a glitch.
I don’t even know why you're peekin' from the closet,
Tryna see my plans, boy, you better stop it.
Mention me, you get views, that’s a fact,
But when I mention you, you just fallin’ back.
Ugly ass attention, yeah, that’s what you crave,
Skimmin’ through my music, but boy, you ain’t brave.
Hatin’ on my flows, do you even know the score?
Copy my vibes, man, I’m the one you should adore.
Get this trash outta my face, I know why you're mad,
CSL and VRT got you feelin’ bad,
Dissin’ ain’t for me, I’m just an emcee,
But I’ll shake this site up, that’s the real decree.
X Factor wants me chill—nah, I’m flexin’ hard,
Maybe I’ll keep the names and catch ’em off guard.
Old me killed new me, yeah, that’s a thrill,
Evil spirits fuel me, tired of y’all’s bullshit for real.
Hotsanta keep dissin’, droppin’ number two,
Team up with a shower head, what the hell you gonna do?
Rhymes one-fifth merged, man, this game’s bore,
Goldenshower talkin’ shit, like I ain’t got the floor.
Talkin’ 'bout my mom, boy, you need to chill,
I'm just here spittin' facts, no need for the kill.
Waste my time on y’all, man, this shit’s a joke,
Fake talk from the same crew, time to revoke.
Hotsanta, Goldenshower, all y’all in the mix,
Rapboat, GK-Trill, time to call out these pricks.
Pick a name, any name, I’m done with the play,
I'm fed up with this, now I'm starvin',
'Cause y'all makin' me hungry, now I'm goin' humble,
Pounce on y'all like you can take me out,
Lyrically killin' every mumble, no doubt.
You slurpin' your words, like we don’t hear shit,
But I’m a beast, and this rap game's my pit.
Tryna flex with your weak-ass bars,
But I’m too legendary, y'all just seein' stars.
Killer dose comin', better watch your backs,
Liquid chains graspin', no escape from these tracks.
You thought you could step, now you're in my zone,
Floatin' on clouds, bitch, I’m claimin' my throne.
Y’all wanna represent me? That's a bad decision,
Got these goons in your face, it’s a lyrical incision.
"Where you from?" All I see's your soft side,
I'm the storm, little bitches, can’t run, can’t hide.
Hotsanta thinks he’s ballin’, but man, what a joke,
No degree in this game, just a cloud of smoke.
You think you can beat me? Step the fuck back,
I’m the one with the power, y'all lackin' the knack.
I’m sorry, not sorry, for this lyrical beatdown,
Try and save you, Santa now, I'm bringin' the crown.
Your boyfriend beside you? He’s just part of the show,
I’m the thunder, I’m the lightning, ain’t no way you gonna glow.
Nursery rhymes? Nah, I'm bringin' the pain,
Step your game up, little bitch, this ain’t a playground, this is insane.
I’m the weather of your storm, can’t you feel the heat?
A dos of these vibes, man, I can’t be beat.
Maybe my beef is more intense then you can take,
Because I'm shutin' this shit down right here, right now.
So you can step the fuck back and suffocate, bitch.
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Tewsly
Member since March 15 2022