Lil Queen of the Circus (Lil King Diss)
This is an adlib its gonna go for half of my song yeet hahhaa
There once was a boy called Lil king
Talkin all this shit till he stepped in the ring
Ding Ding, this a verbal pound
Couldn't even last one round
No wonder Elly didn't want your lil ting
No one likes your sound
You're astounding - ly bad
Livin in your dads' garage
Oh? you got an audi on the streets
Didn't say it was your dads on beat?
Why you lyin on your rap sheets?
Is something incomplete?
In your life? This'll be a treat
Won't let it be defeat
Until you whole world knows you're a fool
Don't need to mention the shit by the pool
Actin swole, got no soul
Wipe you like a dirty asshole
Heard you went to Benowa
With the goal of completing year 12
Had trouble learnin what they meant
So, you went where they taught a bit slower
I thought you were slow
Nah you're straight retarded
Look at all the shit you write
Don't hate, this is fate
You tried to rhyme fire and tonight
We tried to tell you otherwise
But you were set straight
Then you asked for a diss?
So I had to let the other guys
Know That the king of surfers
Is more the queen of the circus
Go on do another flip
Better that than lie on some new rap shit
I place my words with precision, every decision
That of a physician, it's absurd, that you envision
Worlds that you're the big bird, the winner
Nah you're just one of the sheep in my herd
I'm a sinner, Lust, my words cut deep
So it's time you were referred
To stop smoking herb, go to sleep
It's got you trippin Livin in a world
Where you're not livid in my shadow
Where you can go toe to toe
Where you can grow and get dough
Maybe even sell out shows
Oh, but you don't even know
What world that is?
Well here I go, then I'm done
It's the dream one
It's time you grow up son
My bars? Weight in ton
Your bars? Easy to make fun
Oh you make waves
But you barely hit 100 plays?
All of your solos are under 2 minutes
Even with goat, still 3 is your limit
Check his soundcloud anyone can witness
Wack rap is what you make
Just go listen to his crap, his shitness but
I was born in a rap lab, you're a fake
From china, must be trippin off a tab
Trynna diss me? Trust me, you're slippin
You're too drunk, do you need a cab?
I think you better be dippin bitch boy
Oh you send it do you? You get sent
Make no mistake, I know you can't pay your rent
Get bent, you claim to be king of this town
It's time I took your plastic crown
Replace it with a clown's gown
Maybe bury you in a mound
We know where to find ya
All ya pretty boy pics on grindr
But heres a quick reminder
I think some one's a bit jealous
So you're actin all overzealous
Been smoking too much of the devil's lettuce
Let's settle this
You're like a splinter, like tax
Like glitter, fake caps
Bee stinger, 10 laps
Crack slinger, sack wack
Everyone hates you!
No printer, just fax!
There once was a boy called Lil king
Talkin all this shit till he stepped in the ring
Ding Ding, this a verbal pound
Couldn't even last one round
No wonder Elly didn't want your lil ting
No one likes your sound
You're astounding - ly bad
Livin in your dads' garage
Oh? you got an audi on the streets
Didn't say it was your dads on beat?
Why you lyin on your rap sheets?
Is something incomplete?
In your life? This'll be a treat
Won't let it be defeat
Until you whole world knows you're a fool
Don't need to mention the shit by the pool
Actin swole, got no soul
Wipe you like a dirty asshole
Heard you went to Benowa
With the goal of completing year 12
Had trouble learnin what they meant
So, you went where they taught a bit slower
I thought you were slow
Nah you're straight retarded
Look at all the shit you write
Don't hate, this is fate
You tried to rhyme fire and tonight
We tried to tell you otherwise
But you were set straight
Then you asked for a diss?
So I had to let the other guys
Know That the king of surfers
Is more the queen of the circus
Go on do another flip
Better that than lie on some new rap shit
I place my words with precision, every decision
That of a physician, it's absurd, that you envision
Worlds that you're the big bird, the winner
Nah you're just one of the sheep in my herd
I'm a sinner, Lust, my words cut deep
So it's time you were referred
To stop smoking herb, go to sleep
It's got you trippin Livin in a world
Where you're not livid in my shadow
Where you can go toe to toe
Where you can grow and get dough
Maybe even sell out shows
Oh, but you don't even know
What world that is?
Well here I go, then I'm done
It's the dream one
It's time you grow up son
My bars? Weight in ton
Your bars? Easy to make fun
Oh you make waves
But you barely hit 100 plays?
All of your solos are under 2 minutes
Even with goat, still 3 is your limit
Check his soundcloud anyone can witness
Wack rap is what you make
Just go listen to his crap, his shitness but
I was born in a rap lab, you're a fake
From china, must be trippin off a tab
Trynna diss me? Trust me, you're slippin
You're too drunk, do you need a cab?
I think you better be dippin bitch boy
Oh you send it do you? You get sent
Make no mistake, I know you can't pay your rent
Get bent, you claim to be king of this town
It's time I took your plastic crown
Replace it with a clown's gown
Maybe bury you in a mound
We know where to find ya
All ya pretty boy pics on grindr
But heres a quick reminder
I think some one's a bit jealous
So you're actin all overzealous
Been smoking too much of the devil's lettuce
Let's settle this
You're like a splinter, like tax
Like glitter, fake caps
Bee stinger, 10 laps
Crack slinger, sack wack
Everyone hates you!
No printer, just fax!
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Writer(s): Elijah Lorenzo
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