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GRB Rd 1 vs DZK
f*** you Jeff!
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About the song
DZK wrote a 3min diss track to my girl based on some sh*** he made up, I based my battle to him on the fact he is a fat f***ing slob.
Lyrics
I'mma join the war on drugs.. I think I'mma start with adderall
So while I write my verses he can battle withdrawl
Then when I'm breakin down the facts, he claim it ain't the right description
But its clear he only hates me cuz his life is based on fiktion
I'd hate to use his weight to diss him
Wouldn't ya think that he'da dropped a couple pounds from all the days he chased prescriptions?
Without drugs he got no energy, always stoppin to gasp
Shit the only reason he battle's he's too slow to dodge the draft
A monster on the scene but he can't run it or his cankles'd pop
Who you think you foolin with them fat girl angle shots?
I bet he pay for sex, plus it took a couple grams, right?
I'm sayin I got more lines, on DZK, than his hooker last night
Lookin like a rapist, man what game could you run
F***in skin color's listed as afraid of the sun
And I hate to tell you player, but they say "I'll smell ya later"
Cause they will - tons o fun here break a sweat on elevators --
Does marathons at restaurants, he take the tab and run it
-Never- heard his parents say his eyes were bigger than his stomach
Half the forum hate him, and the other half would love him
But they're split on if he needs finesse production or a breast reduction
Fiktion brings the ugly truth - that's the time the bluffin stops
Cause I ain't trynna leave the listeners hangin like his muffin tops
He's only in this tourney cause he's sick of eating steaks alone
And heard the guy that beat me'd be the one to bring the bacon home
I heard that Deezy gave an 'odd job' to Warbux
All because he said that head was some type of a vocal warmup?
And if Bux the one that raps and Clint's the one that puts the cash up
For the Gooniez MP3s then I guess DZK is just for backup
Rumor is he just download porn and sit on the couch
So his girl's freein up DZK space by kickin him out
Jeff got a family, and he knows Andy's holdin kids for ransom
So the voting link for DZK just gets a hold of Chris Hansen
What you gonna diss my lisp? My esses ain't snappy?
Say it face to face, we know you ain't no featherweight, flabby
I'mma elevate my strategy to desecrate your fallacy
And break that little world of yours till all that's left's reality
Talkin bout capacitors and the refraction of light
Centrifugal force, or fission reactions turnin glass into ice
Is apparently, these days, what's "crack on the mic"
To the cats in the hood, I beg, don't beat his ass cause he's white
Beat his ass cause he lookin gross as f*** and stinkin of balls
Bet if I threw a litmus strip on him that sh*** would dissolve
You a geek and thats the reason noone mess with you dogg
Ya whole verse is a f***in riddle you expect us to solve
So tell me why this big celeb here, with wit like no other
Gotta hit bukake parties just to get dzkovered?
I don't get the cockriders, he can get beat on the mic
Cause this dzk is a cdrom, he can read but he can't write
So f*** it, I'mma blame his past for why this kid is fatter now
Cause every night was like a match of frisbee, dzk was passed around
Lead to skippin gym, because his f***in bottom trembled
Every time he'd go to class and see the wrestling squad assemble
His life at home was writin poems and drawin hearts to dot his eyes
Looked perfect on the surface, but he's hurt inside, I'll tell ya why
Each time that he was left with a beating
His dad told him "be a sport" - "little" DZ chose competitive eating
So while I write my verses he can battle withdrawl
Then when I'm breakin down the facts, he claim it ain't the right description
But its clear he only hates me cuz his life is based on fiktion
I'd hate to use his weight to diss him
Wouldn't ya think that he'da dropped a couple pounds from all the days he chased prescriptions?
Without drugs he got no energy, always stoppin to gasp
Shit the only reason he battle's he's too slow to dodge the draft
A monster on the scene but he can't run it or his cankles'd pop
Who you think you foolin with them fat girl angle shots?
I bet he pay for sex, plus it took a couple grams, right?
I'm sayin I got more lines, on DZK, than his hooker last night
Lookin like a rapist, man what game could you run
F***in skin color's listed as afraid of the sun
And I hate to tell you player, but they say "I'll smell ya later"
Cause they will - tons o fun here break a sweat on elevators --
Does marathons at restaurants, he take the tab and run it
-Never- heard his parents say his eyes were bigger than his stomach
Half the forum hate him, and the other half would love him
But they're split on if he needs finesse production or a breast reduction
Fiktion brings the ugly truth - that's the time the bluffin stops
Cause I ain't trynna leave the listeners hangin like his muffin tops
He's only in this tourney cause he's sick of eating steaks alone
And heard the guy that beat me'd be the one to bring the bacon home
I heard that Deezy gave an 'odd job' to Warbux
All because he said that head was some type of a vocal warmup?
And if Bux the one that raps and Clint's the one that puts the cash up
For the Gooniez MP3s then I guess DZK is just for backup
Rumor is he just download porn and sit on the couch
So his girl's freein up DZK space by kickin him out
Jeff got a family, and he knows Andy's holdin kids for ransom
So the voting link for DZK just gets a hold of Chris Hansen
What you gonna diss my lisp? My esses ain't snappy?
Say it face to face, we know you ain't no featherweight, flabby
I'mma elevate my strategy to desecrate your fallacy
And break that little world of yours till all that's left's reality
Talkin bout capacitors and the refraction of light
Centrifugal force, or fission reactions turnin glass into ice
Is apparently, these days, what's "crack on the mic"
To the cats in the hood, I beg, don't beat his ass cause he's white
Beat his ass cause he lookin gross as f*** and stinkin of balls
Bet if I threw a litmus strip on him that sh*** would dissolve
You a geek and thats the reason noone mess with you dogg
Ya whole verse is a f***in riddle you expect us to solve
So tell me why this big celeb here, with wit like no other
Gotta hit bukake parties just to get dzkovered?
I don't get the cockriders, he can get beat on the mic
Cause this dzk is a cdrom, he can read but he can't write
So f*** it, I'mma blame his past for why this kid is fatter now
Cause every night was like a match of frisbee, dzk was passed around
Lead to skippin gym, because his f***in bottom trembled
Every time he'd go to class and see the wrestling squad assemble
His life at home was writin poems and drawin hearts to dot his eyes
Looked perfect on the surface, but he's hurt inside, I'll tell ya why
Each time that he was left with a beating
His dad told him "be a sport" - "little" DZ chose competitive eating

