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Dylan and Trev Rideau Diss
- listen all friends, enemies and critics and all
- this rap is a lesson for anyone who wants to,
- lessen my skill' credibility and wishes i fall
- who don't know shit about the time i spend,
- to get the best out of myself. sell bricks to earn nicks
- hoping that someday my life's nickel will flip.. it will
- along with the hundred different tasks
- from college that i have to submit
- had to be hella tactical to keep in balance
- and ascend the statistics of everything
- and as far as rap is concerned,
- if you're just being a dick and you can't admit
- that the words i spit are actually lit
- shit gets too hot for some pricks to sip,
- to them pussies i am givin' my dick
- they can suck it and I'll fuck 'em in they clits
- with these bars basic when the beat hits,
- and you pay attention to this shit
- and don't sleep on it.. it Will spite impact
- "will i make it or have i already made it?"
- i said,' yes' and 'soon' to both them questions
- yesterday when i left my dorm to get some gear
- and bring the bacon home instead of turning my back on it
- you hope to make some tomorrow, i say 'i made it' every night,
- then i roll a blunt and smoke some indo
- open windows for the smoke to exit
- and fly off before them pigs hit the streets
- all i'm trying to say is;
- your opinion ain't mean no shit to me
- if they're lacking on logic
- and smells like flesh on flames cuz you're sitting on it,
- cuz you're jealous and can't stand it,
- or you can't understand the dynamics of it
- cuz you high on some shit, or you become a Stan of it
- but its hard for you to swallow and admit
- damn, i hate to drop names but
- I'm an artist and I'm sensitive about my shit
- Dylan and Rideau, I'm feeling sorry
- for what guys gonna get, i am feeling sorrow for it
- everybody pin your eyes,
- shit's about to get lit and out of control
- two assholes i POKE 'EM ON tip of a stick,
- my thoughts are fractious, if you provoke em
- they'll spit on your faces with Charcoal
- you both are hoes i am fucking you up with
- this verse, is like a six inches dick tenfold
- you thought you'll troll my rap,
- scroll down and i won't know..?
- bitch you put yourselves on Deathrow,
- I'm coming for you throats
- choke you until your heart' stop and your veins turn cold
- Dylan i will get your bitch and make her lay low
- on my dick, and put Rideau's on hold
- i suck em both and turn their insides hollow
- then wash em with Ethanol,
- so when you come to get em
- you'll find their ashes on the stove
- if you want smoke, i can take ya both on my own all alone
- told you not to go too....
- aight, fuck it. I'm done.
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