Intensive Care (Interstellar Diss)
• Written by WEALTHMASTA • Featuring
(Verse 1)
Ay, Mason got his troops ready for action, lining up the seven deadly sins
He full of wrath, he never gets attention so he’s greedy and envious
And don’t forget, he’s lustful, and a glutton when it comes to men and dicks
So really it’s just a disguise when he’s acting as if he’s heaven sent
Yeah, you know you gon need intensive care when this diss ends up striking
Call it ICU, because escaping my radar, motherfucker, your chances are tiny
Your head’s down, so you can’t find me, cocks are the only thing you be eyeing
That’s why you’re always on Tupac’s meat, because you swallowed 9 Ds
And I’m skeptical bout your skills, yeah, you didn’t have to remind me
Cause I know you a fraud, bitch, your hobbies include stealing and lying
You stole shit from 2019, and not to mention you also an AI fiend
So say I got a broken finger, but you’re the one who can’t do his own writing
And the guy you stole from could probably twist all your fuckin bones into pretzels
Bitch, wait till all yo sins get counted, because you know the list is gonna be dreadful
Claiming you a man of God, but you a conman so it’s more like the devil
Cleanlines is next to godliness and that’s why you’ll never be on our level
I mean just look at Skeptic, this bitch don’t care bout integrity, he a greedy leech
We found the next Diddy, I’ll force his members to admit that he treats em mean
Cause you got no morals, bitch, I bet you ain’t even know the word decency
You just think about yourself, that’s why you tried to rhyme “me” with “me”
Yo girl would cheat, and she’d do it repeatedly, lemme tell you the reason, G
You got a teeny P, too small to even see, and that’s why secretly
Yo bitch likes to think bout me and my behemoth D, “dammit I need to see”
That’s what she’s thinking, “he really should be with me” she muses frequently
(Verse 2)
Pussy doin’ ban evasion like a little bitch, he needs to get booted again
And this time he won’t have GoldenShower or anyone rooting for him
Starting shit with whoever he can, that’s what made him lose all his friends
Now he finna choke for the millionth time, cause X is always suited to win
Yeah, in the last pic you were skinny, how come your entire frame has changed?
Hippo ass, that’s not what I meant when I told you to go make some gains
Calling yourself Interstellar, bitch you won’t hit those light years, your weight’s insane
Only belt you fit in is Orion’s, which makes sense, cause you a waste of space
That’s why you still have trauma over getting cucked, cause an elephant never forgets
I’m fucking yo girl, she want me to put my yardstick in and measure the depths
Shorty from Alaska, I seized those Kodiak cakes, took my dick and went in that bitch
Ain’t talkin brownies, but she like a towel, cause the more I rub her, the wetter she gets
Yeah, dumbfuck really said X Factor don’t make hits, that’s just a lie all around
Me and G-LOCK’s diss against you has 28 fuckin props right now
Nobody fucks with your shit, so for you, five would be a large amount
In fact, the only props you get are from your sister and your alt accounts
So how you gonna claim to have that dawg in you when you lose everything?
Only time you’ve won a battle is when nobody knew your identity
You suck so much that the fact you exist needs to be a motherfuckin felony
Fuckin bitch deleted his account 50 times, but he can’t delete his shitty legacy
(Outro)
Hope you get banned forever, asshole
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WEALTHMASTA
Member since May 2 2024