Hangman (BANGMAN Diss/Response) ...

(Interlude)

 

*Wind Blowing, lightning strikes in the distance*

*Speaker switches to FM mode and blares loudly*

*Power goes out*

 

(Voice) "What the hell?"

 

*Sword slashes*

*Thud*

 

(Intro)

 

What the fuck have you got yourself into?

Slump knocked your ass out, goofy boy.

I don't need to do this; You're already dead. Your music is ass!

I'm just in a pissy mood.

Oh and one more thing, faggot.

Let's set things straight.

My verse in Fuck You Thinking was ass.

And I'm proud of it. Bitch ass ho. Let's go.

 

(Verse 1 With hella aggressive enunciation)

 

Cap my ass, you ain't spitting facts either. If you clenched your ass tighter, then

You'd prolly walk around thinking you're Dan Shneider.

Blonde Redhead told me that I am fire.

No I'm not. It's just my pants. You're a damn liar

Fuck you thinking? I'll push off a cliff without a hang glider

So go, Diego. Go right into the mouth of a crab spider

Ass, surpass? Hah, ain't surpass half, cap my ass and glass fiber

Not only that, but if you respond, it's just gonna backfire

 

(Verse 2 Reinforced To Maximum Aggression To Ensure Absolute Annihilation)

 

Because your shit is so ass that it's not even funny.

You don't get cash. You don't make no money

So flutter like a butterfly with no wings

And drop out of the sky like a bee with no stinger

And I'll get the honey.

Bitch, you're a pussy.

Like Doctor Doomzday said, you should rethink your motives

And maybe you would see why everyone who's gone against me

Is running from me.

If I wanted to sleep on it, I would've took it up with SLUMP-C

Fuck me.

 

(Verse 3 Upgrading To The Highest Level Of Hostility Possible)

 

Look at another retard saying he bangs men

Out during the day to fuck queers in the shade and

He goes to buy paint just to get himself a spray tan.

That's gay and he hates sand, drew the line and fucking played hangman

 

(Verse 4)

Bitch, here's my finisher:

I'll leave my signature

On you and piss on your

Head. You're so miniature

Just to sneak diss me or

You just be bitching or

Taking your anger out on no one in particular.

This perpendicular extracurricular shit

Makes me think it's time to whip out the riveter

And bitch I cannot wait to fucking get rid of your ass

And you knocked on my door but I shoot all my visitors

Don't get it twisted or

I'll twist your ankle

You fell in something sinister cause I drifted. I'm spinning your ass.

Yeah V-Lay goes crazy

But bitch I am different yet very much similar.

I'm the prime minister

And you're just a villager.

Dump your ass with Zachary, Anthony, Cristopher

Quit being salty or I'll get the vinegar

I am so fire you need an extinguisher

Don't forget that I'm still richer

More deranged and filthier

Than any bitch that's here.

I'm also so much more immature

And bitch, I'm proud of it.

If I shot you once, you'd probably disappear

I'm looking in the mirror

And now I see it is clear:

You're just a bitch and queer

I need like 50 beers

And then my high hits up here

You the third musketeer.

Lit up like a chandelier

Fuck it. I'ma end the lyrics