Lyrics
Filthy:
-Thinking you’s a big shot/
You’s just a virgin pussy dat cant handle da big cock/
My flows crack, so u know dat I spit rocks/
No matter how ur shit drop, u always on DIPS cock/
-Nobody’s gonna feel ya man/
And no matter wut u say in ur lyrics, u still sound like killa cam/
I’m a key u’s a milligram/
Keep talking shit I’ll have ur bitch ass hangin from a ceiling fan/
-Thinking u JR Writer/
U just JR’s biter/
No matter how hard u try JR’s nicer/
I could use da same flow and be way more tighter/
U think u shine, but my rhymes is way more brighter/
-Cuz on da real dog, u really need sum help/
So u can find ur character, and u can be urself/
U thought u found dat in Cam, underneath his belt/
Sucked him off, swallowed his seeds and belched/
-U fuckin fagget, u probably got raped by ur brother/
Sucked off ur father, and hated ur mother/
And dreamed of becoming dipset, cuz pink is ur favorite color/
U don’t word play, u play and u stutter/
-U say it aint about flow, you say da rhymes is da prime/
But u rhyme about money, u aint makin a dime/
U say u sell drugs, u neva loaded a 9/
U aint livin, u just spitin wut u hear in they lines/
Have da nerve to say u signed, but we all know u lyin/
-And I shouldn’t take this serious, this is just da net/
But I tried to be cool, u came wit disrespect/
I’m like why I let dis nigga get me stressed/
Cuz if we were in da streets u wouldn’t be a threat/
-Fuck a buck 50, I’ll give 3 dollar n 50 cent/
That will have ur face split from ears to neck/
I’ll bust ya face, then busta rhyme dat will break ya neck/
U just a busta bustin rhymes, u neva sprayed a tech/ (Bitch)
-Izz kilt you, king buried u then/
Well I’ma dig u up, kill u, then bury u again/
I’m sick and tired of these kids swearin dat they men/
U just and online warrior, dat aint neva had a friend/
-U swear dat u from Harlem, knowin well u from CT/
And if u really got a problem come to queens, cum and see me/
I should switch my style, before u bite tryna be me/
40 bars on this pussy, see its lyrically easy/
-See I aint neva met u, but I could blow ur spot/
U just another fagget rapper dat likes to blow on cock/
This nigga DickSet, signed to homo Koch/
Ur just da boys in da hood, cuz u roll wit cops/
U’s a chump, cant handle da life I’m in/
See I live my lyrics, u just steady typin em/
And if I saw u in da streets, I would slice ur men/
But this da net, so I’ll chop u up and dump u in da recycle bin/
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Izz:
-Yo see this herb, He a bird/
Her a he, he a her/
He deserves, to get served/
Cuz he’s a conceded nerd/
Word to Ceased, cease your word’s/
Rest in peace, he deceased/
Tech will squeeze, he get 3, when he get to see da third/
-Toasta’s u neva see, even though u 17/
Me, filthy and king, quickly lower ur self esteem/
We real apes herb trust me/
You been on da net so long, u bill gates first custy/
First heard him, thought he wuz 11 n shit/
In da gym da only time u reppin da dips/
Get da mic off ur hand, u imitation rapper/
Stop admiring Cam, and go get a swagger/
Yo homies a fag, lonely and sad/
Rain bowed colored ice, nah dats only a flag/
This faget ass probably, neva had a father figure/
That’s why he got no character and gotta copy niggaz/
