diss track

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, young geezers, it's time.

It's time, young geezers (aight, young geezers, begin).

Straight out the crazy dungeons of rap.

I never leap, 'cause to leap is the husband of dope.

Beyond the walls of men, life is defined.

Hope the scope got some dope.

My slope don't like no dirty envelope your a dirty envelope.

Run up to the hope and get the rope.

What more could you ask for? You scummy snail?

You complain about loud music.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the hail.

I'm rappin' to the light,

And I'm gonna move your right.

Tiny, pointless, wild, teddy bear

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an everywhere.

YOU ARE THE KIND OF A MAN THAT YOU WOULD USE AS A BLUEPRINT TO BUILD AN IDIOT.

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

you motherfucking bitches call me out

damn ima roast the shit out you.

you motherfuckers don't even know what your doing with all that damn clickbait

Real G shit I don't use no cape

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Listening to my tape, forgot yall even had a fate

this fate That involves ballpark franks and silver duct tape on your plate

Yall getting ate

Yall getting bait

Yall fake