Eternal Diss Number Whatever

I’m the best in the game when I grab the mic,

I turn you pricks into pussies, fucking transvestites.

McKoo’s such a bitch that if we got into a fight,

I wouldn’t hesitate to call my boy Ray Rice.

Cellulite can kiss my fat ass,

And I’mma send Raheem straight back to Baghdad.

I’ll stuff Yeezy’s body bag with the rest of my trash.

You faggots better act fast, prepare for backlash,

Cause this shit isn’t over, in fact,

In a minute I’mma show ya, how bad,

You fucked yourself over, this track,

Is gonna be the end of your days on Rap Pad.

Cause even if you answer back it isn’t gonna matter,

The Eternal Crew is just a bunch of circle jerking faggots.

You pussies can’t be rappers with your noses sticking that far up each others asses,

All the shit you talk would just get backed up.

See? You can’t compete with me.

But you all knew that, so why the beef with me?

All four of you are ganging up for a piece of me,

Up until recently I thought we were all living peacefully,

But I can easily put an end to your shit right now.

Actually I’d just love to see you pussies pipe down.

Next time I find out your talking shit out loud,

It’s gonna be lights out, I’m blowing your brains out.

So while McKoo’s eating Cellulite’s cottage cheese,

And Raheem already has Yeezy on his knees,

Let’s get one thing straight.

The four of you couldn’t take me down with your combined strength,

I’m just too fucking great.

Ya’ll must’ve got hooked on too much crack and lean,

I’ll slap you dawgs across the noses with magazines.

Fuck ether, I’ll burn you death with gasoline,

That goes for McKoo, Cellulite, Yeezy and Raheem.

So drop the mic, Koo. I’m tired of having to remind you

That it’s not that I don’t like you, I despise you.

Raheem, you can go kiss the ass of whatever God you wanna

Blow yourself up to commit suicide to.

Celsos, you couldn’t diss me if you tried to. And Yeezy, you weren’t taught shit,

You were lied to.

Let me give you bitches something to vibe to, something to cry to,

Something to remember you get more hate than I do.

 

Woah, hold up bitches.

This is an unfair fight.

Oh wait, I forgot that ya'll don't run this site.

Skeet didn't need the help, but I decided to roll through,

It's easy to slaughter you, even though I don't know you.

Cause you're generic bitches, copy catting shitheads.

Ya'll are counting dollars while my boy is counting millions.

I wanna let you in on a secret of mine,

I can fuck you up real good but Skeet can finish you if he's got the time.

 

Let’s get it straight for the bitches in the room,

Yeah Eternal, we’re talking to you.

You goons better get your shit figured out soon,

Cause you’re no match for The Pussy Crew.

If you’re gonna swing, you’d better follow through,

If you don’t kill us in one punch, we’ll break your ass in two.

Your flow is shit, your rap is too.

Bitch, you’re no match for The Pussy Crew.