Accept It (Tewsly and KO-Doomzda...
• Written by WEALTHMASTA • Featuring Tewsly
Ay, boutta wreck these lames, bitches talking shit so now they getting flamed
What’s with all the petty claims, I gotta make sure all these threats get tamed
Got my weaponed aimed, and I know that rings a bell, like a wrestling game
Cause 8 months ago I hit Doomzday with a KO, bitch you shoulda left my cage
TSHAW got no props, I ain’t even diss yo ass why’d you feel the need to throw shots
And then take down your track the next day and go soft, you knew it sucked like a blowjob
But I be killing these crows off, bitch I’m the pro hawk, so don’t squawk
Watch your tone, squab, parental guidance, disciplinin’ this child like I’m Jo Frost
Cause I built my career off erasing fakes, I hid the bodies in Lake Champlain
You’re defending a guy with wet dreams about joining the fucking KKK
You probably read a history book and had disdain for slaves, that’s strange
Cause you and Tewsly on that kink shit, so you know how it feels to be restrained in chains
Claiming we fibbin’ and making false testaments, I know you projecting, bitch
You had to use Photoshop to create your evidence, quit acting benevolent
While making malicious edits, prick, tonight I might have to slide and text your bitch
Cause you tryna destroy our image with all the bullshit you be renderin’
These hoes gets mad but they know it’s facts, there’s no denyin’ these guys are trash
Explode their asses when I’m throwing repulsor blasts like I’m Iron Man
And I spit flames, I transform into a pyromaniac whenever I get mad
So don’t tell me to lighten up, you brats, cause when I’m on fire, I’m unmatched
Motherfuckers rappin’ delusional, but I’m only throwing facts at these fiends
Damn Tewsly, I didn’t know we were out here putting our hands on kiddies
Just cause we’re handling teens don’t mean we’re handling teens
I know we rubbing you the wrong way, but that don’t make us a sex trafficking ring
But I’m sure you be acting pervish, simping for the youngins like your name was Tim Burton
And how fuck you gonna claim that the master of wealth is worthless?
I be making the dough now let’s see your pockets inverted, I’m the one getting cheddar, prick
And it’s a piece of cake when I serve ya, that explains why your record label left you deserted
You ain’t seasoned, you’re actually washed so badly you could reel in some mackerel
This fiend back in Factor would be like having Julius Caeser in NASA
Plus I know you dreaming of losing your virginity, begging and kneeling for slags bruh
That’s the only time you please a woman, so you should stick with pleasing your master
Following orders like a good henchman, yet tryna act like a menace
But Justice be clapping yo cheeks, and his meat’s the only thing you snack on for breakfast
I know you take it up the ass and accept it, thinking you teaching X Factor a lesson
Quit cappin,’ ya peasant, when you smokin’ pole then that’s the only package you gettin’
Y’all finna die some bitter deaths, I finished em and they bled and wept
A lotta ignorant people on this website with some fuckin’ empty heads
And that’s why girls are never wet in your presence, pricks, like Tinder, bitch
I’m boutta smoke yo asses and then stamp you out like some cigarettes
(Outro)
Yeah, fuck the haters
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WEALTHMASTA
Member since May 2 2024