Diss song
• Written by Anonymous
all these guys running there mouth
they dont think i got the balls to punch them out
these cats their just phony
they wanna be ham
but theyre just bologna
their raps sound like llama mama
but nigga cut the fucking drama
you wanna beef with me
ill give you all kinds of fucking meat
and now you think youre neat
but your girl just asked me for videos of me beating my meat
and then asked me to skeet
all over her mouth
because she aint even getting pleased be you
she asked for a christian
but got a motherfucking jew
but what do you do
you ask me what colors im reppin?
im repping red and silver
i take a bow out my quiver
and when im done ill put your body in a river
and i aint even saying no names
but run around with your slaves
and keep digging your graves
motherfucker
you aint nothing but a faggot dick sucker
(you think im not shit
but i cant promise you this
im writing this diss
to let you know
that i will get big)(x2)
im honest
i aint gonna treat you like youre my muthaphukkin highness
ima burn you like youre stuck in a furnace
you think you hot
but ima show you youre not
you think youre a menace
dressing like youre walking in memphis
fucking hick
i hope you choke on a dick
because when this song drop Jesse gonna make it sound sick
theres a reason they call me tryck
ima spit the truth
ima put every bodies back to the booth
and rap straight even for a youth
i respect you if you resoect me
but you threatened my family
some ima throw down with you readily
i might not win
but its a risk ill throw in the bin
even if it gets me locked in the pin
because when tryckys name comes outta everyones mouth
you gonna wish you never went to south
()(x2)
what makes you think i dont deserve this
when ive worked so hard for this
you got more scandals then governor chris christy
and youre crustier then ever girl named misty
youre acting like a middleschool girl
all giggly
but your dicks probably all shrivily
because your dicks never seen the light
exceot when you take you pants off at night
and give yourself a pity handy
you think were all fine and dandy
but ill shove my fist down your throat like its muthaphukkin candy
()
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