TILA TEQUILA DISS

Zealot Tequila look like she went 12 rounds with Mike Tyson's fist
Bitch done sucked more dick than a state-of-porn addictionist
And then could this gang be running bulls, you swear she got bad hips
Hell naw, not this hoe

She get passed more than a blunt at a kid's picnic
Drops trap and ass bitch post half naked piss
But ain't no one tryna hit when she take the thongs off
You can see me runnin' straight back, see us later by the laser attack

But I'm just living with death
She got more straps, marks, than a new slot lizard
Thankfully she'll be dead
I heard she just recently came out the psych ward

Crazier than a shithouse rat
Brain like Swiss cheese
Ain't no tellin' what kind of disease is that hoe is carryin
Claims she's straight but always talkin' bout how she experimentin

Tried to blow her thongs in time
But that shit got bent real quick
Now she post naked on all the tracks
Beggin' for a dip, bitch, dang chance

A girl like Twitter famous, but your five minutes past
Quickest, quickest
Weakest, strengthest, weakest
Watchin' all through a store, get my mileage stick around

With 300,000 it's horse speed
Eyelashes lookin' leather through briefs
Eyelashes lookin' like dusty old brooms
Call it sweeping, call it sweeping

Arms to pile, lashes of a rose
Call it sweeping
Brain rot from all the penicillin and antibiotics
She been poppin', gettin' passed around more than the Oscorp

Did a kickback barbeque block
Quickest, quickest
Five minutes past, quickest
Now she loved him, now he's watchin' cartoons

Half you pre-sport, got my mileage stick around
With 300,000 it's horse speed
Eyelashes lookin' like dusty old brooms
Call it sweeping, fight right in front of all the penicillin

Antibiotics, she been poppin', she been poppin
Gettin' passed around more than the Oscorp
Did a kickback barbeque block
Thought he'd have some on that Q shit

Defendin' Nazis with a dumbass online
That fentanyl fry, but little scent she had left
In her tiny, big brain of hers
I hurt her pussy so loose, she even bruised

She had to say, girl, bye
She tryna start on the lanes to sell vids
Of her filthy manhood
Can't nobody think hard, so bitch, you can miss me

With your muscly coops and your two front teeth
Shit look like God already gave you a lot of balls with your face
Teal a tequila, your ass is broke and busted
No hits in years, cuz y'all could really be musted

Faded off the scene like an artist style meme
Now you tryna ride, but bitch, you went out out for the, for the dream
Pipe it round and y'all mind is thinkin' you're hot stuff
But really you're just a gang who loves to get nutted

But lookin' at your mix, they loves to get nutted
Lookin' at your mix, look
Lookin' at your mix, look
Lookin' at your mix, look

Lookin' at your mix, my math don't crack
Self-taught, it's not cute
Self-taught, it's not cute
My skin is ugly like the deceptive, deceptive, deceptive

25 minutes, but it takes a lot
Now you just gotta have it
And it flows B-R-O
Keep ridin', keep them in mind

The nasty way of speakin' and that shit