Fuck it (freestyle) ft csl

Look wealth couldn't respond to my last rap.

So now he gotta send subs, buds last track

Is the next one he makes.

That's a promise I'll take to the grave.

Lucky? Huh, let's not take it there

They say they not afraid well let's make em scared.

I been at twenty percent just to make it fair.

This son of a bitch ain't prepared.

On my demon time, im, the mics living weapon.

The pen, wants revenge, because these pussies been disrespectin'

The genre

So it had to call a monster.

And who do you think tore him up.

Me bitch, so keep that mouth shut.

Giving you lyrical bullets to make you bolt.

Fuck that, I got a lesson that needs taught.

And if your tardy fuck a suspension.

There's a reason they call me the devil, I'm all about those sixes.

Wasted time reading you're shitty disses

And just for that I'm grab the extension

For you corny ass bitches.

So keep me out your lips and

I wont add stitches

Fuck it.

That light in your eyes, gotta snuff it.

Fuck it

Cut the strings of these Muppets.

Fuck it!

Grab the puppeteer and flush him!

Ratatouille, type of groupy.

Rat on top controling how you moving.

Doesn't matter already got the noose to swing.

Get ready to die on spot!

Whooped you four times, so keep it steady.

Fuck it!

Whore get ready

Fuck it!

I'm abortin' heavy.

Like Irene Vila.

Addicted to premature murders , prematurely kill ya.

With the words I print I feel like Marko polo ,

Park your solo

Carcus so low.

Don't at all mean the carcus solo

Entire armies in these grave yards.

Y'all can't harm me, gay tards.

Damn I ain't see one actual track on your shit.

Diss fury , bitch I'm curious

Why so furious?

Fuck it

I'm way past the want to burry this

Keep fucking around and I'll show you me and the reaper are comparative.

 

CSL:

 

All the diss tracks you craft can’t distract the fact you lack an actual song

Half of your group don’t even make albums, I wonder where the passion has gone

You drop diss after diss cause it’s getting clear to me you can’t write a hit

I’m starting to think without someone to target, you wouldn’t even exist

You a sidekick at best, just a part of another man’s story

You’ll never be the hero, you just a prop in another man’s “glory”

And I ain’t forget that “Child’s Play”, y'all start losing and just start throwing out Pedo

I’m starting think Wealth is a puppet, Cause Gen wants a fake kid so bad, he move like Geppeto

It’s ironic you call yourself wealth, when you living off a borrowed status

I feel like Lil Chip, can’t no one test me, I’m coming with semi automatics

Claiming Black Sheep was made to slight your group, that shit funny as fuck

Y’all already slighting your members giving em rankings, now you wanna prop em up?

Hit you with a piece that leaves you in pieces so you can finally rest in peace

Call that a three piece special, make you splatter on the front row, call that a meat and greet

You don’t want the reaper making an appearance, Demon knows I’m best at that

Police gonna need a ouija board to ask your ghost where the rest of you is at