Better Flee
• Written by WEALTHMASTA
(Intro)
Yeah bitches, we back
(Verse)
These knaves ain’t prepared for this, beware, I’ll leave em scared to death
Shakin’ with terror, yet darin’ to say that they’re dangerous, bitch spare me the
Bullshit, so lame, it’s embarrasin’, you cappin’ like the Himalayas, you harebrained bitch
Cause all yo brave claims are peak comedy, you could say they’re hilarious
Enemies think they can step to me and end up not even gettin’ a single vote
So they proceed to moan, insistin’ we cheaters, but they’re just weak bozos
Eating Cheetos and drinking coke, but I inject the shit cause I’m extremely dope
Like I’m made of weed, when they asses get lit up they’ll wish they never breathed the smoke
Pull up in the choppa, they see me soar, screams pourin’ when I seize forts
Breach doors and then unleash force, debris soarin’ when three whores
Get lit up with my beam torch, last time you’ll be warned, don’t make the beast roar
Cause these rockets send yo ass to the stars, so when I hold up 2 grenades, you gonna see four
Weapons be wreckin’ these lame ass pests, make sure no more threats remain
Butcherin’ these snakes, cutting them shanks and those belly flanks
Got a hefty blade, but these lardasses be some fuckin’ heavyweights
Like FedEx planes, so once I de-liver their asses, they getting flamed
Bitch I’ll drop and stomp ya, knock your mom up, try to interfere and your jaw gets popped
Then cleave ya, grab my saw and chop you into pieces, Papa John’s
Don’t take it out on me bruh, you just seething cause succeeding for you’s a rare phenomenon
Better get a paleontologist, cause yo ass’ll be buried, ain’t no false alarm
Yeah, I’m making green, but I can ensure all of these weirdos gettin’ knocked
Don’t give a shit whether they at the bottom or nearly at the top
While these bitches are drowning, I’ll be here to sit and watch
Damn, they should make a new crime, call it lyrical assault
I’m dangerous yet these brats still wish to mess with me
Ain’t playin,’ when we scrap they get no sympathy
Like Thanos, when I snap this shit a killing spree
They tastin’ red, we clashin,’ bitch, like Kevin C
I break their necks and snap their limbs real viciously
Bitch that’s only way you’ll ever have a diss ability
Them haters said they champs, they’ll end up getting beat
Like Bane, yeah bitch that’s facts, no dim contingency
Don’t make me catch you lackin,’ pricks can’t slip from me
Get chased, I’m finna snatch ya, bitch you better flee
Y’all bases gettin’ cracked, these shits get rinsed by me
Like toilet paper, since those assholes pledge they really neat
Yeah, go into stealth mode, but it’s well-known Ima bring hell when you yell “go”
These haters tried to step up and they fell, so that’s why they dwell low
Like elves, bro, cause they greener than green beans, and redder than Elmo
Invest in these fuckers and get ripped off harder than velcro, it’s a hell no
And they can’t knock up bitches, cause when it comes to queens, they’re cucks
Rather take a penis up their cheeks, and let anti-X Factor seize their butts
When the meat gets shoved they don’t even care if they bleed a bunch
Cause you haters never get praise, so anal sex is the main, sole way you get deeply touched
These bitches takin’ Ls, that’s how they conclude every match, so they’re confused and they’re mad
Ain’t shit rigged, bitch, you just are trash, and the truth is you losin’ all of your feuds’ cause you’re ass
And you get outclassed, fuck with me and each one of you fools getting stacked
Gonna slice and dice, I ain’t talkin’ poker, but you boutta lose every hand
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WEALTHMASTA
Member since May 2 2024