fuckin' lame diss

flacko squad we ride till we die

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

got em snitches who act like little bitch's

 

you're a... fuckin lame made a diss track,

now im comin for ya head, is me not doing a collab, worth ya

carreer being dead you'd think he would learned from the history,

of all the whack rappers dissin me, but yea i fuckin get it

your using me for the publicity,

 

so i wont say ya name,

but you know who you are you a mafuckin rock, tryna beef wit a star

honestly if you were speakin english, that should might be nice

say you endin my carreer, bitch you aint even nice

 

you a bitch like drake, ima go common on you i dont know shit about you,

so i wont comment on you but ya head fucked up,

you make no fuckin sense im whack but your mad i didnt collab,

i dont get what that meant

 

you pussy hurt, fuckin bitch, get a maxi pad

this shit'll get you murked quick, choppas on blast

all you said in your diss is im white,

pussy ass, so are you when i walk in ya sight

 

you was schemin and plottin and hopin i wouldnt respond

so now i did check ya facebook wall and since its 2014

i just might make your universe fall, you endin me?

thats like watching a paraplegic ball

fuckin lame fuckin lame