Kontrol Kombat

What's the sneak dissing for
You wanna autograph
Hating ass fans
Goof boof niggas
Weird ass bitches
They crack me up
Took out my pistol
And shot him in the chest
Man I leaded him up
It's stuck it's up it's what
I filled the floor up with bleach bubbles and guts
Put his head between the door
And then I slammed it shut
Engage in any war with me
And you know that you're fucked

What I'm doing
Bro making a muck
Three hundred shows when I keep it a buck
Clown ass niggas man you better duck
Creating a career and I'm running it up
Single after single I don't leave anything up to luck
Twenty bald head jankies out here like chuck
Damn nasty fucks
Might as well tossed the bitch
Like a scooter with huck
And this ain't a diss track
But that's one cranky janky crook
I'm going up better take a look
after verse cause it's fuck a hook
Face no opp and I face no book
Oh well I got the planet shook



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Writer(s): Owen Carlson
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