Diss at mc Router and beefy
Lyrics
You done started it,
And it can’t be stopped,
I tried to drop it but you had to let ya mouth pop off,
I didn’t want it to go down like this, but I guess y’all deserve this fight shit.
Bring it on please,
Drop down to ya knees,
And hail to the King, of all you nerdcore Queens,
This is ya last rights, please come please fight, don’t let me win with one song this is ya time to shine.
Oh I’m a thug? Well this is news to me,
I don’t have a genre, you all latched on mc,
So this is what it be, I get it from all angles,
I was invited on this comp, fuck it you all get mangled,
So this is where I dangle, my fucking chain,
Let me throw in ah, fuck Nintendo mayne.
All you are insane, to think that I am playing,
I will murder anybody repping geek slang.
Especially beef, to the e,
The fattest rapper, bathes in the seven seas,
Ya genre sucks, you a fat piece,
My vocals boil yo bigass, like grease.
Ya weight, I just can’t get over it,
Literally motherfucker I gotta do a split,
Just to get over dem KFC thighs,
Ya fat fucking fat is lost between ya eyes.
You looking like you want beef but we know you don’t,
All ya fatass wants is a mac doughnut,
You disgust me with ya mustard stained t’s,
You a joke, we giggle at your abnormalities,
Be looking like a biscuit drowned in whip cream,
Ya big titted ass don’t even know what a genre be,
But I will tell you what I be, I be the Skeez,
I’m not doing this so mc’s ass will notice me,
I’m doing this to say fuck rooter and beef,
I give a queef what y’all think, may you rest in peace.
Rooter, the nerdcore cooter,
She’s only nerdcore cause every genre called her pooter.
She can’t rap, she mad fat on top of that,
She can’t flow, the beats are structured to make it match.
She’s a poser, she found a fad and latched on,
She wants to latch on mc’s balls and have something to scratch on.