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Your my bitch (csl diss)

  1. (Intro)
  2. Sup, cock sucking’ loser.
  3. Your always been a zesty ass nigga.
  4. Fucking lover boy.
  5. Hang it up before I…
  6. You know what fuck it.
  7. (Verse 1)
  8. CSL, ain't nobody Plexin' like me,
  9. Scorchin' haters in my zone, ain't no VIP.
  10. Spit flames hotter than a Blaze shot,
  11. Mofos talkin' shit, they just a Thot.
  12. Game sharp like a Migos ad lib,
  13. Dissin' me? You must be doin' acid, kid.
  14. Lyrical assassin, droppin' bombs like Eminem,
  15. You're just a clown, I'm the real gem.
  16. Backblockin' fake cats, all cap no facts,
  17. Runnin' circles 'round you, I don't relax.
  18. My flow tight, like 6ix9ine's pants,
  19. Mess with me? You won't stand a fuckin' chance.
  20. This diss track hits harder than Drake's songs,
  21. Flip the script on haters, leave 'em all feeling wrong.
  22. Ridin' high like Travis Scott in a concert mosh pit,
  23. Better shut your mouth, 'fore I end your fuckin' skit.
  24. (Monologue)
  25. I’ve was never rapping for your dumb ass.
  26. I gave you a chance.
  27. Now I’ll take your career and destroy it.
  28. (Verse 2)
  29. Cock suckin' loser is your new nickname,
  30. Talking all that shit but you ain't got no game.
  31. You think you fly, but you're just a lame,
  32. Your rhymes are weak, fucking up your fame.
  33. Your mama raised a bitch, couldn't handle the heat,
  34. Now you're on the streets, facing defeat.
  35. You ain't thuggin', you just a deceit,
  36. Step up to me, I'll leave you in concrete.
  37. You're a wannabe, fake like a snake,
  38. Frontin' hard but you're just a fake.
  39. I'll put you in your place, make you shake,
  40. Don't test me, you'll be a mistake.
  41. You ain't nothing but a fraud, a phony,
  42. I'll crush you quick, like bologna.
  43. Step to me, think again, you're baloney,
  44. I'm the king of diss, the one and only.
  45. (Monologue)
  46. Bitch made material.
  47. Fuck around and find your name implantable.
  48. (Verse 3)
  49. I'm the rap devil, ain't nobody fuck with my respek,
  50. Shit talkers gettin' burned, ain't no place to disrepek.
  51. I spit fire bars, leave 'em shakin' in they Nutz,
  52. My flow icy cold, got these haters feelin' nextez.
  53. Call out your name, now I’m being called out, ain't no red tape,
  54. Scorchin' these beats, leavin' a trail of bodies in my wake.
  55. Got mitts for dissin', crimson tide gon' be your fate,
  56. Nigga you’re with me, you'll be fecklin' on Cele he flavored cake.
  57. No time for weaklings, I'm chargin' up my energy Sergcslk
  58. Fucking up rappers, like TechN9ne with the tech deck.
  59. Diss ciples bow down, to the king of this sectorsch,
  60. Cross me once, and I'll leave you hangin' like a wrecksch.
  61. Rap game mine, ain't nobody takin' my checkmate,
  62. Demons of diss, with skills that escalate.
  63. Show you what it means to play unconshkeble on chessplate,
  64. Fuck around and you'll be the one who fell in self hate.
  65. (Verse 4)
  66. Dissing me? You must be out yo' mind, that shit won't fly
  67. I'll leave you shook, running home like a nigga in disguise
  68. You're a weak link, couldn't handle me if you tried
  69. I'll fuck up your ego, leave you feeling small and tied
  70. I spit fire bars, leave you burned, straight shocked and fried
  71. Your raps are trash, basic rhymes, you ain't certified
  72. I'm the king of this street game, highest status amplified
  73. You're just a rookie, talking shit from the sideline, petrified
  74. I roll deep with my squad, we stay ready, fortified
  75. Dissing me's a mistake, your end comin', can't be denied
  76. I'm too real for you, cutthroat like a serial homicide
  77. You don't want no static, I bring the heat, electrified
  78. When it comes to dissing, I go hard like I personify
  79. I'll bury you with my words alone, leave you nullified
  80. I run this rap scene, with style that can't be modified
  81. So back off, watch your mouth, before you end up mortified
  82. (Verse 5)
  83. The search for da kingpin, I ain't flinching/
  84. Shit talk flyin', jaws clenchin'/
  85. I spit flames, you can't extinguish/
  86. My rhymes sharp, they stay stingin'/
  87. You a fake MC, no bling bling/
  88. I'm top dog here, you're just clinging/
  89. My flow so fresh, got everyone singing/
  90. Your weak ass bars need a redo, ring ring/
  91. I rep da block, the streets where I roam/
  92. You a clown, can't step to my throne/
  93. My words cut deep, like a blade that's honed/
  94. You as relevant as a dial up phone/
  95. I spit venom, my raps never fake/
  96. You just a wanna be snake/
  97. I'm the ruler here, no debate/
  98. Take a seat, watch as I elevate/
  99. (Verse 6)
  100. My name is tewsly and this is my life bitch.
  101. Fuck with me, you'll be swimming in a fucking ditch.
  102. Step to me, get slapped with a verbal bitch slap.
  103. I'm the king of this game, you're just a pap bitch.
  104. I spit fire like a dragon on the mic son.
  105. You're a wannabe rapper, just a chicken drum.
  106. I'm the boss, you're a basic ass, no cap.
  107. I'm stacking paper, while you're taking a nap.
  108. You're a fake gangsta, nigga you ain't legit.
  109. Talking 'bout guns, but you ain't gonna commit.
  110. I'm reppin' my hood, while you're just a lame ass.
  111. Don't mess with me, 'cause I got street class.
  112. I'll bury you lyrically, leave you in a ditch.
  113. You're a zero, I'm a fucking rap pitch.
  114. I run these streets, you're just a lost nigga.
  115. Bow down to the real OG, that's me, bitch.

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