https://soundcloud.com/eedeemusic/mr-dg ... e-acapella
Gotta give props when's it's due
I mean I figure there's a lot left to prove when I jot texts with you
Used to bomb vets like Vietnam jets
We have watched, vexed but the king will fall yes and soon you'll see that I'm next
I write paintings and translate it to sign language
Communicate it in ways that'll leave your mind hanging
Like it committed suicide, you and I changing
I'm shooting up, while you die in vein and-
I'm calling back to when we beat him and his friend
He probably thought he'd never have to sleep on me again
The problem that I've caused is that
Ever since he thought of that he's dreaming of a win which explains why he's insomniac
You'll probably have a heart attack when I drop the track
Pop his casket open for his fam to see the body bag I put him in, I never fail to embarrass him
But dying aint the only way he's pale in comparison
I'll spread him out, stretch his limbs like Mr. fantastic
Within the realm of my magic I take his figure and half it
To the fantastic four, out of this world I send him hurling
Funny since browsing the forum I'm the Silver Surfer
He called the set up, dropped a message: sorry
But my software messed up, all he said was "dawg we better drop this record acapella"
I didn't bother begging dawg it's all sweet
Cause regardless chances are that he would end up off beat
Talks cheap, throw a jab, swing with it
He probably thinks I'd throw the match, so he'd be Silva
I flip, U - F'd, C, you'll see heads move
Cause your FUC'd, flip "u" off, you'll C FU
This is Kobe in Colorado with hoes and he got a bottle
Exposing she calls the law though its over he got the bond so
What I'm saying is of course sports hurt
But that is not the only way the balls in your court sir
My train of thought rides over his head
He's crazy dawg, derailed and off the bi-polar express
I noticed his net worth, over this network
Is only in chests, girls, and showing us breasts, sure
The titties are pretty hard but music making hits?
Ehhhh, I'll give him props, only for the naked pics
He'll cooperate, caught the eight and hit him like he stay shook
Toss him in ER, flip it he'll RE-coop, re-use that last flip like this is the silver lining playbook
Miss it? You should take look I took away the "ate" with ER backwards
Saying he'll re-coop like he's the star actor
I know it seems off matter but there's a reason for everything and you'll see dawg, actually
This is my profession, a confession in quiet
Is I'm accepted to college for getting better at writing
Literally, my majors in the section residing
A few above us, I wonder what your credentials define as?
Take this L like word war II, cause I'll invade all
His brains thoughts and amputate him, damn I'm taking 8 off (adolf)
So I searched your life… wasn’t worth my time you clearly lucky
‘Til I remember your fuckin names Hunter Hayes, appearing is something
Now what I found no judging but we really uncomfy
To find out Hunter Hayes is the Justin Beiber of Country.
You aspire to win, best be notifying your kin
Listen when he rhymes and he spits, he’s idoling Slim
Super fan he stupid stan no denying its him
Dude prolly got a tat that says Mariah and Kim.
Never creditable kid boastin Barettas and clips
You the type of dude to wear leather, sweater with zips.
Let me put and end to any fake gangster rep that you get
Even in your name B&E were the letters you skipped!
Get in the ring you flop with a thunderous blow
Shit Stephen King’ll be shocked with what I got “Under the Dome”
You battle a vet, lucky you haven’t been massacred yet.
When I take em out with Ease-ill ‘paint the path to success,’ (easel)
Kill tracks? Please, wig peeled back rippin out intestines
Biting Illmac but still whack, jeez, kid trippin with his sentence,
Its real bad, nightmares have him breathing in divisions
Clean him up with a “wet-nap” have him ‘sleepin with the fishes!’
You talk about Spyder like he aint sick no more…shit
As a fighter or a writer can match wits no more.
When it comes to the “Silva” kid isn’t a big giant
I take DGAF ‘And-her-son’ call me Chris Weidman! (Anderson)
Disses my audio, but after my tape wants to share tracks and rip
Damn I got a fan spazzin from that antagonist bandwagon shit.
Not first to be dick-ridden kid envisions him spittin with Geno
On your knees so, much prolly what gave the kid an Ego.
You so rookie, no issue for me to go split you so don’t push me
Bro’s clique ghost writ his whole shit, left with no bone tissue your so pussy…
This could be, an opportunity think it’s a game I’ll freakin swarm you
Take your bank and you wont Say-Jak like Wheel of Fortune!
I saw “Misogyny” that whack track… and you’re sure to win?
Rightly named, your bad raps and his fat ass, never get a girl again.
You look like a product of rape and incest
I think your family misunderstood the term, “twin bed.”
Lucky for you, it’s a likely story to say Spyder 8 you
Leave your ‘family tree’ with Black Thoughts if it “Takes Root.”
What made your mind say “I think rhymings my thing?”
Can never generate a buzz, fucker wines when he sings,
Just forget your hopes and dreams of rising to fame
We all know your mixtapes only way you got a “Dime to your name!!”
Your diss to me has 12 views, just fuckin go quit
If this is the nail in your coffin look like you dug your own ditch.
Die like a man or a bitch, it’s yours to call what’s the protocol?
Say I’ve declined in late I’m so appalled still picked over all
To be successful at the top, kid you gotta know the fall
So if I’m past my prime-eight years its cause I’m more evolved!
My visions no longer visceral, ridiculousness on the verge
You just got murdered fair and square, call this shit The Purge!