Unclean (KO-Doomzday Response)
• Written by WEALTHMASTA • Featuring KO-Doomzday
Ain’t no weapon that can take down the X Factor, fool, so accept that you’ll lose
Everyone on your side is pathetic as you, and it won’t lift your spirits what I’m finna tell you
But they be throwing shots at yo ass, so quit flexin’ like you’re reppin’ a crew
You ain’t possessin’ the tools, claiming I’m tipsy but you the one who’s getting the boos
I’m leavin these motherfuckers sufferin,’ G-LOCK was a mole? No he wasn’t, bitch
You be makin’ up your shit while claiming we the ones who be bluffin,’ prick
I can tell you’ve never had your tail fuckin’ hit, I’m boutta ground this dumbass kid
Cause you cruisin’ for a bruisin,’ like a custom jet, so enjoy your punishment
First you say we already lost, then you complain bout how we getting props, pick an argument
I gotta take out the garbage, bitch, ensuring yo ass doesn’t start to talk again
Got em marvelin’ when I cap em, boutta put the iron to your chest, you’ve been targeted
I’m stone cold like Vision, I’ll scar yo bitch and make her a widow like Scarlett, bitch
I’m so vicious, you sound like you listen to Norah Jones when you write your disses
Don’t try those reps, bitch, cause I got these haters pressed like it’s fitness
But you ain’t ever gettin’ buffer, and this shit is like fuckin’ byte transmission
With all of this fire spittin,’ because I got bars, and you’re Wi-Fi’s shit, bitch
I be deckin’ all these fiends, leaving watchers on the edge of their damn seats
But I said it tounge-in-cheek, cause I’m never half-assin, this shit chemically unclean
Disinfectants did nothing, went in the danger zone, now like Ed I got venom in my stream
Like a copperhead, cause I was sent to destroy y’all, and it ain’t pennies that I mean
X Factor destroyed your posse, boutta leave your family and friends mourning, sobbing
I’m more than godly, just because I got flow doesn’t mean this whore done washed me
And I’m boutta make some steam, cause you know my shit is scorching hot, bitch
Roastin’ these cucks, cause when I pop off that’s the only way I got a corny body
We spit facts unlike you, you ain’t exposed shit, cause your proof wasn’t actually true
Only time we crying is from laughing at you, and I ain’t talkin’ trains when I say I’m tracking you, fool
I got a package for you, bitch I’m a jaguar in the rainforest making tactical moves
And I know you feelin’ that primal fear, cause I always deliver, just like Amazon, dude
Motherfuckers wanna step to me, you know I have to teach these pests lessons
And Tewsly wanted to sneak diss, but then he ended up getting wrecked quickly
Cause when you start shit and I beat you then you’re basically doing self-penance
Because fucking with me is a death sentence, yeah, and that’s a text reference
(Outro)
Ay, like I said, fuck the haters
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WEALTHMASTA
Member since May 2 2024