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Prepared To Cull ft. Fallsway, NickShady624, RapBoat (Justiceproctor Response)
- //Intro (Fallsway)//
- "X factor, I'm so sorry for dissing you, and making false accusations.
- Your all really nice people..."
- 'Ah, maybe I need just a lil more attention.'
- *Drops anotha diss*
- //Bitch you got no humility, and can't stand by your word. Fucking beyond sad.
- //Verse 1 (Fallsway)//
- Stop and listen, yo I got a proposition,
- Drop the dissing and stop chasing the top position,
- A bunch of cold souls living in some hot conditions,
- Giving you the possibilities they gotcha wishing,
- For the fame and the gold, to be gaining control,
- But the payment and toll, is the claim on your soul,
- Feelin drained cause they stole what you came with and rolled,
- Leaving you with nothing but the pain you withhold,
- The same road, you've been going in circles,
- But you know you can't stop, cause you know it's inertial,
- And no one is merciful, so don't take it personal,
- Learn to be versatile, observe it and burn a bowl,
- Turn your whole perspective into that of a detective,
- Ward away the bad, like a dad that's too protective,
- Let live and let die, we all just try to get by,
- Don't assume you're more important than the next guy.
- //Verse 2 (NickShady624)//
- Who you think you are, comin' at my crew?
- Bitch, I may be new, but I'll still leave you black and blue
- Black sheep makes an easy target, let me go and get my true
- Big blue, go "Pew!" and have you dropped in two
- Seconds flat, I don't need a track, a verse is one and done
- You can't rap, you're wack, bitch, you're just a bum
- You're either on crack or smack if you think you can step to us
- I'll whack your bitch ass, now, here's why you suck:
- One, you're a motherfuckin' narcissist
- Two, you act like you spittin' fire like an arsonist
- Three, you're just makin' a scene like a dramatist
- Four, half your shitty lines contradict each other
- Five, you're incompetent, six, you're retarded, bitch
- Seven, you can never have peace, just wanna politic
- Eight, you don't belong here, you're a colonist
- Nine, you're talkin' in circles, be a columnist
- Ten, your diss tracks sound like playground insults
- So I'ma kick your ass 'til you can taste my insoles
- Your beefs don't go anywhere, I'ma show you results
- About six of them from my cocked back pistol, get smoked like crystal
- //Verse 3 (RapBoat)//
- Well look who decided to pretend they’ve got some remorse
- Only to go right back and drop another lame ass diss after you said no more
- But then your thirst for clout couldn’t sit still, you’re about as sincere
- As a used car ad, acting like you’re the second coming of something severe
- Yelling Top 3 like anybody outside your fantasy land gives a damn
- Let me hit you with a dose of reality, you ain’t even top 30 and that’s a fact
- You’re not the GOAT, you’re not a lamb, you’re not a black sheep
- You’re a loud little creature howling for relevance you never received
- It takes a special kind of stupid to come at my team
- You knew who you were swinging at and still couldn’t land a thing
- All you did was write your name on a list of walking Ls
- You want eyeballs, that’s why you throw shots in every direction, can’t you tell
- That the only thing you’re pulling in is pity and cringe, boutta be a vegetable
- You’re outclassed, your downfall isn’t just inevitable, it’s scheduled
- You’re a stain on the name of this site, plain and straight
- Ain’t nobody makin' space for your bassless takes, you made a grave mistake
- You’re brainless, tryna invade a domain you ain’t made
- For, with lines flatter than a pancake on a plate
- //Verse 4 (WEALTHMASTA)//
- Alright, bitch, I said I would ignore your ass instead of a response
- Then you started trash talking, you know we’re getting this shit on
- Bitch, you’re messing with the wrong folks, I got weapons in my palms
- Stepping with my squad, pussies wanna FAFO but we’re never gonna fall
- You’re so fragile, I smacked ya, you couldn’t even handle half the smoke
- That’s facts, so quit cappin,’ oaf, snatch a bowl and then I grab some apples, bro
- And add some flour, but fuck an apron, my flight path ain’t landing, hoe
- But I’ll let you be the pie lot, cause if you think you boutta crack X, you’re being irrational
- Me against this skill less cheapskate is like Rudy vs. Wilt, what I’m say
- In’ is basically that you got killed, and you’re gay, so quit milking our gang
- Your entire career is built off our names, so how can you not at least feel a bit lame?
- And guilty, ashamed cause the guild that you hate is the same fuckin’ guild that instilled all your fame
- Yeah, boasting and claiming you’re the greatest in the whole goddamn nest
- And don’t go and attempt to pull some fake ass quotes out your head
- Bitch, you tried to take every X Factor member’s votes and declare them faux
- So explain that bro, the haters are a plague that I’m prepared to cull
- Cause I’m a bounty hunter, and you getting folded, that’s the way I roll
- So when you throw in the towel, it’s just paper yo, but either way, you’re terrible (tear able)
- //Outro (WEALTHMASTA)//
- Thought you were done dissing, bitch
- Too bad you don’t know how to keep your mouth shut and STFU
- Now fuck off pussy
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