skywoot diss

Wanna talk shit ard i gotchu

 

talkin all that shit but you cant back it up

my lyrics so nasty they have your nut ass throwing up

you wanna talk lyrics my lyrics bout to fuck you up

my punchlines be boxing hit you wit a uppercut

 

i got a tech nine on my waistline

i flame niggahs six times like lebron on the baseline

this isnt the last line

you wanna talk shit we'll time for you to get fined

i aint being kind, bitch im speaking mind

your make your raps so fucking broke them shits be fishin for dimes

i have you raps eatin citrus like they lemons and limes

i been waiting so long to do this but now bitch it's the time

 

i dont wanna throw multi's

bitch why assult me

cause im bout to fuck your bitch im bout to cause adultry

now you know who the fucking best now you know me

 

now im fuckin snappin

bitch im the rap captian

nigga dont bitch now what the fuck happened

now im the one wit the jokes why not start laughing

 

now im bout to come at your poor ass

why your mom shopping wit food stamps and not cash

bout to burn your ass have you lying in a pile ash

nigga you talk shit to niggas but im the fucking last

 

im too good in a good way

niggas save my replays

your a bitch nigga now come fuck wit my wordplay

nigga i know my raps i write shit everyday

 

time for the beast mode

no need for cheat codes

let me let you know

have your nut ass wearing a dress code

30 degrees in the winter have your ass wearing no coat

livin on the east coast

burnin bread turn in to toast

time for me to start the roast

 

you think you a gangsta

naw you fakesta

i think someones mad cause somene gettin greater

skywoot you little FAKEA

NIGGA you talk shit now but wont be talkin it later

I steady gettin paper

nigga you must be the gay one cause nigga im straigher

 

you say you a bad nigga

nigga you aint fuckin shit

my rhymes put the scars in your like my shit hittin with whips

im in the ufc hit ya ass with a kick

nigga im fuckin dieing cause my rhymes makin me sick