Education(Quicksilver Diss)

BBRRRROOOO

You better get yo educatation ‘fore i send you

HOOOOME

Crying to my bitch- I mean yo momma

Time to THHRROOWW

Some fists at accusations defend, clap back,

Keep yo TOOONNEE

At responsible levels make sure your bars are defendable

What you are is my pedestal

Here we go

 

You’re not incredible you’re uncredible

‘fore you drop some heat go check your sources

Don’t say I tried to call you to fill up an empty song

I apparently I hit a block

When you talk to me say you sorry

cause i was tryna talk game to a girl and had to drop it to carry

Something unreasonably small

two minute features you lost

 

You have no problem writing filler bars so what is the issue brotha?

Say “I feel like rocky, not probablies” and your time is a bigger number

You’ve said it at least 3 times prev-ius but something’s missing from it

Passion or the skill to find the timing, I’ll give you-a compas

Maybe it’s the same damn flow you use in every song

Never-to-change your tone to something more inter-esting

And if you’re butthurt

Grow or accept the fact when I recorded all you did was hover’

jot some notes, and hopped on my tracks like a long distance runner

 

Moral of this story is

The morgue is for the corny kids

Who throw shade at their inspiration

MGK was more entertaining

 

BBRRRROOOO

You better get yo education ‘fore i send you

HOOOOME

Crying to my bitch- I mean yo momma

Time to THHRROOWW

Some fists at accusations defend, clap back,

Keep yo TOOONNEE

At responsible levels make sure your bars are defendable

What you are is my pedestal

Here we go

 

You act like a kid who lost his xbox live

Since you can’t use all my subs you think you’re dead offline

I mean you are but i still fund your operation call it thirteen hundred four

Without the tax, give back, your progress is all mine

 

You a cop cuffing flows, unoriginal, you stick to three

Your vocals are not audible, your voice lost in the beat

Chubby need a hundred legs on-you like a centipede

Jot down the following be-fore you can mention me

 

You talk about glocs like a dog, say you in the street

You God but you hold a mic and frog is hidden in your teeth

Don’t call me a loser, you’d be honored as mini me

My girl came twice before i lost my virginity(beat mute)

 

Pick a different flow

Pick a different style

Or make another bop for a chart that you’re not gonna top bitch(drop beat)

_Imma take my mic

So you never get the option to dig those nails in my pockets

Daddy can talk shit

Laugh, you a cock-lick

I’m done getting bullied cause the young me was toxic

I'm a little bit older

With a chip on my clavicle

RIP

I know I had to go

big cause I'm the smartest…

 

MAN in the HOUSE and I’m the BEST damn ARTIST

Handing it down, you can tell where my heart is

If i didn’t sing in 8th grade NObody would

‘Fore the words leave your mouth, try and guess where they started..

 

I only spit this fast when I felt like a target

Bobble head to drunk dad and see just how far you get

I take a month to make a song so every bar’s hard-hitting

You make a song a day and you can tell by the quality, bRo

 

BBRRRROOOO

You better get yo education ‘fore i send you

HOOOOME

Crying to my bitch- I mean yo momma

Time to THHRROOWW

Some fists at accusations defend, clap back,

Keep yo TOOONNEE

At responsible levels make sure your bars are defendable

What you are is my pedestal

Here we go