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Funeral (Goldenshower diss, outro)

  1. (Intro)
  2. Well, Goldenshower
  3. I already said prove it about my raps
  4. Now let me put you in a Casket
  5. This is your Funeral
  6. So Goldenshower
  7. You had me on your good side when you haven't peeped a word
  8. Since you want to speak, AGAIN!?
  9. I'll make you quit, and make you take your infinite Sudafed
  10. So go call your dad, and tell him how much you love him
  11. Oh wait I forgot what dad?? This is sad, matter a fact I'm Mad
  12. Let me stop before I'll make your body drop before this beat decides to pop
  13.  
  14. (Hook)
  15. Nigga, This is your Funeral, This hook basic I know,
  16. But I'll leave your brain exposed, infinite Sudafed flow.
  17. You have no supporters, fools be dropping you like dominoes,
  18. Google John Anthony, stupid dumb fuck, see how it goes.
  19. How about you Google John Anthony, can't even use a phone,
  20. Stupid dumb fuck, looks like he's all alone.
  21. High energy diss track, leaving you in a ditch,
  22. You ain't shit, because your my bitch (Bitch Ass Mother Fucker)
  23.  
  24. (Verse 1)
  25. Alr Golden, let's step this up a notch,
  26. Your album sucks ass, you can't diss worth a bitch.
  27. Genxjeezy is the rap god, you're just a yap god,
  28. My bars hit hard, leave you feelin' like a slap, god.
  29. What crowd do you have in the back that says you cooked?
  30. I whoop that ass, leave you shook, you overlooked.
  31. No response, man, what anger did we poke?
  32. You poked us, now we kill your ass, no joke.
  33. Created a kamikaze knock off, you silent as a mime,
  34. My tongue sharp, cut through your bullshit like a crime.
  35. You think you're tough, but you're softer than a muffin,
  36. I'll take you down, leave you with nothin', huffin' and puffin'.
  37. I'm the king of this game, you're just a wannabe,
  38. I spit fire, burn you up, leave you lost at sea.
  39. Don't mess with me, I'm a lyrical assassin,
  40. You talk big shit, but your words, they ain't passin'.
  41. Can't help that your ass, just facts, like a pro strat
  42. Checkmate? Nah, Chinese checkers, It's where you at
  43. Attention tracker, jealous of our X factor shining bright
  44. Takin' all your glory, sorry not sorry, you ain't tight, your time ain't right bud
  45. D licious got game, but you can't even get laid
  46. Meanwhile my ex could slay you, in the shade
  47. You're so ugly, even mirrors turn away
  48. My rhymes cut deep, leaving you in dismay
  49. Motherfucka, I spit fire, I'm the rap messiah
  50. You stay playin' games, I'm the real empire
  51. Lyrical assassin, taking shots, no mercy shown
  52. You're just a peasant, bow down to the throne
  53. I'm the truth, don't need to fact check or clarify
  54. My words pierce through, leaving you asking why
  55. I run this game, you're just playing catch up
  56. No competition, I'm the rap scene backup
  57. So bow down, recognize the name
  58. I'm the king of this rap game, no shame
  59. Fact checkin' assassin, I'm here to stay
  60. You're just a sideshow, I'm the main display
  61. No Factor? it's like you didn't have a shower,
  62. You can't touch me golden it's just facts and I devour.
  63. Here we go with your fake ass crowd,
  64. Just like your fake ass crew, scream their names loud.
  65. Man, this beat is rude, but I ain't in the mood,
  66. Your rhyme scheme on repeat, fake words, stake in your crude.
  67. Step back, fool, you ain't Thanos to my crown,
  68. I'm here to stay, the ruler of this rap town.
  69. You tryna copycat, stealing flows like a track thief,
  70. But I see through your lines, your rhymes beneath.
  71. You think you hard, but in reality, you just pathetic,
  72. Trying to mimic me, your style synthetic.
  73. I'm the real deal, you're just a facade,
  74. I'm the rap god, you're a mere façade.
  75. So back up, punk, before you get wrecked,
  76. You'll never be Thanos, your fate is to be checked.
  77. Bitch I'm just getting started, your desperate 18 song diss album is hilarious.
  78. What the fuck has gone through your head? You got a death wish? Suicide, nigga?
  79. Suicide is your fate, but boi, I'm already dead, watched you flop like a goldfish
  80. Golden girl, your album is trash, notice the disses you sent, but no reply, what's sicker?
  81. You think you can take shots at me without repercussions, boy quit the cap
  82. Bitch I'm just getting started, your desperate 18 song diss album is hilarious.
  83. What the fuck has gone through your head? You got a death wish? Suicide, nigga?
  84. Suicide is your fate, but boi, I'm already dead, watched you flop like a goldfish
  85. Golden girl, your album is trash, notice the disses you sent, but no reply, what's sicker?
  86. You think you can take shots at me without repercussions, boy quit the cap
  87. You in over your head, battling a beast, while you soundin' obsolete
  88. I'm stacking bars higher than Drake's net worth, you ain't even worth a mention
  89. Your pitiful attempts at dissin', now you beg for attention, second rate, detention
  90. I'm the real deal, spittin' venom with every word, leave you shook and stunned
  91. You throwin' stones in a glass house, homie you're done, outta be through wit dat pun
  92. So step back, take a seat, and watch a master at work, layin' you to rest
  93. Better watch your mouth next time, or I'll show you why you should've just brought your best (Not done yet bitch)
  94. Now you going after WealthMasta, it's fascinating that you think you can breath on his name.
  95. Stop tellin' lies man, I'm here to bring the flames of truth to your fame.
  96. Didn't beat no one's ass, that's just pure fax, it's almost so accurate, it's insane.
  97. WealthMasta killed you in 20 ways, shocking how ironic, playin' no games.
  98. What bitch did you steal, a porn o magazine, crazy, you need to re read.
  99. You sucked her? What the fuck, nigga, your lies are all you can seed.
  100. Ain't no one believin' your bullshit, all your words decay.
  101. Get your facts straight, stop frontin', you need to find your own way.
  102. You're lost in the game, while I'm on top, feeling so bold.
  103. Your lies are old news, I'm the future, my story will be told.
  104. I walk the walk, talk the talk, ain't no fakin' in my zone.
  105. You wish you could step to WealthMasta, but you're just a clone.
  106. So stop the act, stop pretending, drop the disguise.
  107. Stop criticizing people, I'm sorry that you can't diss,
  108. It is just a miss, I'll send a blitz to you, bitch
  109. Psst, I see a KO incoming, you think you're winning?
  110. Never cook again? Nigga, he's grinning
  111. Goldenshower, you're just a poser, lacking structure in your flow
  112. 11 years old, thinking you're bold, hell no
  113. Dissing Ko?? Are you dumb? Better recognize
  114. He cooks better than you, ain't no surprise
  115. Pay up motherfucka, you're already dead
  116. Alright I'm done with your shennigans, your shit makes me cringe,
  117. I'm seeing red, let me expose you, feel the power I binge.
  118. Handle you with symbiote, motherfuckin' venom be so tight,
  119. Smash your weak disses left and right, bring the chaos to light.
  120. Skip your weak lyrics, ain't worried 'bout your career's pitfall,
  121. Dating someone? Ha, furry cutekitty talk ain't my speed,
  122. I'm all about the power moves, feedin' off haters' greed.
  123. Shockin' like Pikachu, electrifyin' this whole scene,
  124. I'm the alpha, the omega, my flow tight like a boa,
  125. No room for fakers in my kingdom, bow down to the stoa.
  126. End this here and now, your weak game ain't lasting,
  127. I'm the rap game Genie, granting wishes while blasting.
  128.  
  129. (Hook)
  130. Nigga, This is your Funeral, This hook basic I know,
  131. But I'll leave your brain exposed, infinite Sudafed flow.
  132. You have no supporters, fools be dropping you like dominoes,
  133. Google John Anthony, stupid dumb fuck, see how it goes.
  134. How about you Google John Anthony, can't even use a phone,
  135. Stupid dumb fuck, looks like he's all alone.
  136. High energy diss track, leaving you in a ditch,
  137. You ain't shit, because your my bitch (Bitch Ass Mother Fucker)
  138.  
  139. (Outro)
  140. You fuckin'
  141. Oh Genxjeezy, hope your doing well my guy
  142. Hope you have a speedy recovery
  143. Talk to you soon.

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