CONTROL PT 6 (Maverick Diss)

Man, what you dissin' Person for

All you raps used to be praised

Now they just aged like milk

Who you to be callin' bad?

 

I've been told to praise you much

But I can't be paid to love

Someone that is so fraudulent

Claims he's a god, but he's not a bit

And even if you stand against me

You try to take two hands and bend me

But that ain't happenin', you ran ya self, see

Only losers are desperate, the Xans you then eat

 

Now I don't wanna be that guy people think is a jerk

But who tryna crown him like a king, but ain't work

He ain't work, he ain't made an album even in sync with these perks

You think you better than me, is that a death threat or just peace

'Cause ain't no backing away now, you dissed Person, the hetero cease

I've made over thirty diss songs and won each one, my letters of ease

But there's some types of people, some red and some green

Some people try to diss others for attention, begging to see

How many props it can get, or jocks it can sweat

'Cause if any people disrespect me, I'll lock in and bet

That I can take you out even if you're praised as a goat

Took you three years to make a mid album, lazy, alone

As I can even comprehend it or maybe a rod get sended

To me, but nothing's gonna happen to me, I'm not dependin'

To see, how many points I get for being untouchable

So short, you're gonna have to be leaving another stool

Out the window, just so I can help you climb out

You aren't what you eat, means you're garbage, you'll end up sign out

You be signin' out by the time my elimination hits your system, racin'

Now you can be embarrassed, now you're living's aching

But how many people can you really diss before you start losin'

I'll get to the control part six and Imma stop movin'

And just start runnin', no standing or saying he stands tough

While we celebrate, this man ain't gon' have his hands up

They gon' be down, two albums and they both worst than my last

Thirty songs, why you getting crowned like words in the past

But you can't even destroy me, you're too coward to

I dare you to respond back, it might empower you, I said

 

I've been told to praise you much

But I can't be paid to love

Someone that is so fraudulent

Claims he's a god, but he's not a bit

And even if you stand against me

You try to take two hands and bend me

But that ain't happenin', you ran ya self, see

Only losers are desperate, the Xans you then eat