---/:GetMoney Diss:/---Carla Cypher
• Written by Carla
I'm GetMoney the king rapper on here
I fucked Johnny with my strap thing on there
Nigas rhymes so whack, sometimes I steal it all back
I need a duck taped mouth, sorry I got fake gold bling crap
I write blindness rhymes on here, like quack
On a black track, I rap crap, they don't clap
Diss the dopest rappers on here, don't know fear
Bum fucked mum, get home
Cuz I'm so alone, my dick smell like off cologne
Most Nigas fuck lady's, but I fuck fellas
Niggas buy new hoes, I buy Jew shoes
I loose my mind, wait I can't loose what I never had
I use any rhymes I find, I rant blues about CleverNews
Like disposable diapers, I'm always getting dumped
Strike emotional nightmares, forgetting which dog I humped
Know what I like about my face? Me neither
Snow got wiped while I chased, the team leader
My hair smells so old, Like Robert Patision with his hair combed
Birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory
Earth fagggot from the crime lab, laboratory
family tree is a cactus, cuz everyone's a prick
happily be anxious, Carla's gun shot my dick
I put Tom Green out of retirement
My mum clean but don't wear deodorant
better slut up, I'll never be like them other kids
Okay I'll Shut up, I'm not the man my mother is
