The Finale Pt. 2 (Opps Diss)
• Written by G-LOCK
Hoes be getting ma-dd, the way they be actin’ so stupid convincin’ me they drunk.
They betta hope the breath test passes, they high as fuck, but ain’t in standing or the trunk.
Better steer from me, y’all better pray you ain’t get locked, or ya boutta get gunned.
The hate is locked onto ya and it don’t unattach, gotta run since you can’t punt.
Gettin’ bulldozed, though y’all prolly from Texas, otherwise y’all woulda been aborted.
Fuckin’ Texans, or the procedures were mixed up, so I’ll run you over like an angry hornet.
Chew you up like gum and I won’t swallow in the stupidity, so now Imma send ya ass into Orbit.
Once the dust settles, they knew I came, and the aftermath be lookin’ horrid.
Needless to say, all my opps with braincells finna get put in they fuckin’ place.
But maybe not the stripper wit’ a gambling addiction, his sanity’s at stake.
Opps betta not crack the eggshells, no employment, but y’all ain’t gettin’ no breaks.
Or should I say privileges, school y’all bitches, and no cheating to get those good grades.
Y’all suck at rappin’, Golden is a lie, so stop puttin’ your name next to Eminem.
Or is ChatGPT givin’ you a hand after the slaughter? Your disses may not even be genuine.
Actually, no, AI is not that dumb, taking the L is not that deep, already showed yo maximum.
No effort like green screen kids, get of yo mom’s iPad, and do the bare fuckin’ minimum.
You puttin’ minimum or maximum effort? EIther way, 101% of yo raps are garbage.
Put in one too many hoes in way, crawl in wit’ Venom and that shit’ll become lyrical carnage.
Honestly, I’m pretty impressed some of these hoes even built the fuckin’ courage,
To openly shit-talk me, kinda like your dick-riding express y'all got, mental drainage.
Their stupidity is so concerning, they could be broken and better be shipped to a mental asylum.
Before they sink too low, I’ll turn all the tides to flood you like Poseideon.
When it come to common sense, opps gonna storm and rain, it’s clear they ain’t enlightened.
You shouldn’t even have a cable, call it a crime when you lose Oxygen, though no Verizon.
Or should I say horizon, ‘cause y’all blind as fuck and y’all finna get stabbed wit’ glass(es).
Though common sense ain’t in yo vision, make you crash out when I pull up on yo ass.
From yo blind spot, get sent to ICU after the collision, and nobody will be sad.
Shoutout to WEALTHMASTA, and yes, I’m aware he’s makin’ half of you hoes mad.
Y’all fucked wit’ the worst guy possible, now say your last words.
Kinda like the opposite is your second mistake, first bein’ yo birth.
Y’all can’t seem to accept the facts, that’s textbook delusion, on da test, don’t the truth hurt?
Sittin’ on yo desk mindless though young but in 6 years I’ll win yo mom midnight like the Turks.
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G-LOCK
Member since May 20 2024