I rip this nobody for mentioning my name in his suck ass recordings. Toast on intro, Me on first verse, Poop on second, Toast on third and outro. I forget who made the beat.
Lyrics
Intro: Toast impersonating D-Boy Wyte
Verse 1: 12 Gage
Heard you rap urmmm not really feeling it,
I Must be hard of hearing cause you sound delirious,
calling me gay? Are you serious?
You're depriving some poor village of its idiot.
St. Paul...Hey, ain't that a catholic school,
You must be used to men molesting you,
Stop jestin dude, confess the truth,
the shit you talk weighs more than you.
Well hey at least we're safe from nuclear blasts,
cause the world could hide in dboy's ass flaps,
You can't match me, no talent, no flow
as far as rap goes you have no hope.
you doin shows, its fiction, a fable,
you need talent like falling record labels,
stay in the bathroom cause you aint bout shit,
put your wallet on my dick so your money where your mouth is.
Chorus: 12 Gage, Poop, and Toast mixed
This is a real rap diss, you're a fuckin joke
grab a pen and pad you need to take notes
it's real quite simple no need to complicate
time for liposuction we need to operate
Verse 2: Poop
rah rah rah rah hey hey hey
I couldn't hear a decent line cause you're gay gay gay
if somebody gave a retard a mic and told him to rap
they would call him D-Boy Wyte
lets get in the fo-fo that's half a lie
the only fo-fo(44) you know refers to your pants size
the marshmellow man wants a record deal
the only number 1 you're seein is a Big Mac Meal
watch out yall, he's a real ass thug
he's got reynolds wrap in his mouth and a cap gun
sportin Monopoly money all over the camera
that's whack as hell, your momma should slap ya
STP stands for "Stop Talkin Please"
I mean I hope you attempt to diss me
I need a bitch to start talkin shit
man even on your best day you can still suck my dick.
Repeat Chorus x2
Verse 3: Toast
man, Look up in the sky, It's the Goodyear Blimp
Nah that's a fat mouthafucka thinkin he a pimp
talkin all mad shit with the tin foil grin
(You mean D-Balls)...Yeah that's him
Comin straight outta St. Paul reppin the bloods
well isn't that nice he's a catholic school thug
bitch, the closest you'll ever come to the streets
is when I bounce that fatass off the concrete
deep throatin the mic cause he thinks its a dick
take it out your mouth it ain't a Twinkie bitch
sayin the same shit in all your flows
(Look everybody it's the white Mike Jones)
Now I know all this shit is gettin you pissed
so why don't you go and try to write a real diss
and come back when you're ready to rap
now get outta my face you fucking fatass!
Reapeat Chorus x2
Outro: Toast impersonating D-Boy Wyte