Fools Gold (Diss 2)
Edward in my blunt
I'm really good, don't front
Bitch not loud enough as my Runtz
Drag you down, bitch don't run
Don't press me with no stunts
I'm pressin', hold up, not done
Put you on edge, 'til your fingers bled
And you had to copy with your hollow head
I been hearin' this, been hearin' that
Been hearing words from your little trap
Don't let it bother, I got something smarter
I'll tear you down like a damn marauder
You was beggin' sex with a Elizabeth
Yea, she was fresh, lil pedophile, wild
Bag of flesh, go freshen up, lil fat fuck
Get a tummy tuck, built Mac Truck
Don't talk much, can't stand your stench, go clean your breath
I'm clean as fuck like some damn Crest
Label me the best, I don't spit my best
You're not worth a diss, let alone a verse
This a gifted curse, put you in the dirt
Six feet beneath, and every time you speak
Lil specs of shit fly into the street
Name E.N.D, I'm fly like brooms
Spelled in all caps like MF DOOM
Shot down, no Columbine, I'll keep rewind
I remember times you would beg and whine
Sending me a beat, asking for a feat, shake it off and sleep
Your shit trash brodie, best not talk shit if you don't know my story
All them features just to make a diss, I don't need not piss
Between me and you, no involving this
You call it quits, 'til the end of time, I'll keep talking shit
Smack your top lip, give my dick a kiss
Beat it cock sucker, how's it being under
Dust and dirt, would've never hurt
If you never did respond now, now you got a song now
Now you got a headstone, see I rap dead tone
Faster than a metronome, fuck a Lil Swirl, I just made his head curl
Edward in my blunt
I'm hella good, don't front
Bitch not loud enough as my Runtz
Drag you down, bitch don't run
Don't press me with no stunts
I'm pressin', hold up, not done
Put you on edge, 'til your fingers bled
And you had to copy with your hollow head
Pulling up and you shake beneath, six feet deep in your casket, sleep
This pape I reap, I kick your ass like soccer teams, this side of me
Fucked this Hog over no sodomy
Lil Bitch stop fucking calling me
Not worth a penny, I'm worth too many
You talking shit, come and eat this semi'
Edward in my blunt
I'm hella good, don't front
Bitch not loud enough as my Runtz
Drag you down, bitch don't run
Don't press me with no stunts
I'm pressin', hold up, not done
Put you on edge, 'til your fingers bled
And you had to copy with your hollow head
I'm really good, don't front
Bitch not loud enough as my Runtz
Drag you down, bitch don't run
Don't press me with no stunts
I'm pressin', hold up, not done
Put you on edge, 'til your fingers bled
And you had to copy with your hollow head
I been hearin' this, been hearin' that
Been hearing words from your little trap
Don't let it bother, I got something smarter
I'll tear you down like a damn marauder
You was beggin' sex with a Elizabeth
Yea, she was fresh, lil pedophile, wild
Bag of flesh, go freshen up, lil fat fuck
Get a tummy tuck, built Mac Truck
Don't talk much, can't stand your stench, go clean your breath
I'm clean as fuck like some damn Crest
Label me the best, I don't spit my best
You're not worth a diss, let alone a verse
This a gifted curse, put you in the dirt
Six feet beneath, and every time you speak
Lil specs of shit fly into the street
Name E.N.D, I'm fly like brooms
Spelled in all caps like MF DOOM
Shot down, no Columbine, I'll keep rewind
I remember times you would beg and whine
Sending me a beat, asking for a feat, shake it off and sleep
Your shit trash brodie, best not talk shit if you don't know my story
All them features just to make a diss, I don't need not piss
Between me and you, no involving this
You call it quits, 'til the end of time, I'll keep talking shit
Smack your top lip, give my dick a kiss
Beat it cock sucker, how's it being under
Dust and dirt, would've never hurt
If you never did respond now, now you got a song now
Now you got a headstone, see I rap dead tone
Faster than a metronome, fuck a Lil Swirl, I just made his head curl
Edward in my blunt
I'm hella good, don't front
Bitch not loud enough as my Runtz
Drag you down, bitch don't run
Don't press me with no stunts
I'm pressin', hold up, not done
Put you on edge, 'til your fingers bled
And you had to copy with your hollow head
Pulling up and you shake beneath, six feet deep in your casket, sleep
This pape I reap, I kick your ass like soccer teams, this side of me
Fucked this Hog over no sodomy
Lil Bitch stop fucking calling me
Not worth a penny, I'm worth too many
You talking shit, come and eat this semi'
Edward in my blunt
I'm hella good, don't front
Bitch not loud enough as my Runtz
Drag you down, bitch don't run
Don't press me with no stunts
I'm pressin', hold up, not done
Put you on edge, 'til your fingers bled
And you had to copy with your hollow head
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