Melt Some Chumps ft. HarryTrevPe...

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

 

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

 

Leave this site, you pathetic losers