Soberton (yellowtape diss)

yellowtape weak as fuck that shit flatter than a pancake

dude a bitch he softer than a pillow when the man fake

whole squad trash like a landfill full of rat bait

tryna rap great but they sound like a cat scrape

yo bitch sucked me off then asked if i could slap tape

told her nah that shit wack like a backdated mixtape

these niggas frauds they aint never been in no strays

talkin street cred but they scared of the hallway

yellowtape claim they killers but they aint hit no case

whole team corny like a dad joke in the wrong place

yo bitch said she love me then she sucked me for a face tape

i told her keep that shit like a bad taste in my mouth straight

niggas talkin tough till the glock cocked in they face late

then they turn christian like the pastor in they last state

yo momma suck dick for a meal and a gas plate

i seen her in the back with a crackpipe and a waist weight

whole crew fake like a 3 dollar bill in a safe case

tryna make waves but they sinkin like a lead plate

niggas claim they gang but they fold like a lawn chair

yellowtape more like yellowfake get the fuck outta here

yo bitch gave me top while she played with her hair bare

i came in her mouth now she walkin with a dumb stare

these niggas clowns like a circus full of bad acts

talkin big shit till the mac clap and they collapse

yellowtape weak they aint never been in no clash

whole team trash like a dumpster full of ash bags

yo bitch said she love me but she fucked me for a cash stake

i left her cryin like a baby with no pacifier in the last place

niggas talkin tough till the bullets start to blast late

then they turn holy like a priest in they last faith

whole squad frauds they aint never been in no real shit

yellowtape more like yellowfake get the fuck out my grill bitch

spit weak got ya mans feeling shame

shoulda stayed in ya lane now ya name in the dirt

aint no coming back from the verse that you heard

niggas laugh when ya music pop up they skip

wack as fuck like a nun with a dick

soberton raw like a wound left to rot

you a stain on the game need to bleach out the spot

fuck ya life fuck ya bitch fuck ya crew

come around get ya top split in two

yellowtape sound like a pig in a blender

niggas rather hear static than ya wack ass endeavors

soberton hit like a truck no brakes

you a crash dummy bitch take ya place in the grave

start with the fake tough talk then fold when the heat come

yall careers on life support pull the plug i need the bed space

bitch niggas posing for the gram then crying when the lead spray

yellowtape more like yellow piss stains on yall last outfit

this aint rap this a hate crime dressed in verses and cheap threats

i spit acid watch the flesh melt off the bones like napalm

yall just background noise static in the grand scheme of fuckery

i turn graves into speed bumps keep driving ain’t no brakes here

every bar a war crime every line a violation of the geneva convention

yall just target practice silhouettes in the crosshairs of contempt

soberton aint a song its a autopsy report in 4/4 time

cause of death? existence. next patient.

dead raccoons rottin on yellowtape merch

they dropped that bullshit album in a gift bag church

crust round the logo like a piss-stained shirt

been dead since the demo, now the worms do work

soberton born in a junkyard drain

rhymin offbeat like a seizure in the rain

crack in the cadence, broke nose in the snare

every verse like a threat, i dont fight fair

coulda been silent but the mag bark louder

click clack snap his back like a folding counter

aint a metaphor in sight, just the purest spite

every bar a virus, every track frostbite

yellowtape taped to a casket rim

mic smell like guilt and a flask of gin

sound like four dead dogs in a blender

the type to cry when they text get left on sender

scratch on the vinyl like the itch in they throat

soberton deep, they barely stay afloat

muffled screams from a discount session

recorded they pain with a walmart weapon

voice sound pre-chewed, lyrics pre-owned

he spit into the void and the void just groaned

every bar like he beggin for a pat on the head

raps like a will but his fanbase dead

got a stage name stitched in a thriftstore hoodie

his flow got touched more than midwest booty

no soul in the drums, just a loop of regret

he be writin battle bars in a therapy sweat

mics dont respect him, they catchin a rash

soberton speak, make the circuitry crash

vocals like a chalkboard scratch with a twist

the beat tap out, tryna plead the fifth

shotgun shells with they names carved sloppy

yellowtape gone before the chorus got copy

left him on the doorstep with a label advance

he still miss the pocket like he dancin in France

found his last verse in a porta-potty leak

broke like the teeth in his sixteen weak

aint a threat in his voice just a nasal whine

shoulda left rap alone and learned how to mime

this a wake not a warning, a dirge not a test

soberton the plague, lay that simile to rest

aint no hooks in this pit, just a blacked out haze

and the echoes of his name in a piss-warm blaze

tape flappin in the wind like a beggars dream

tryin to rhyme over beats from a busted machine

this war not for fame, not a notch on the belt

this war for the silence that he never felt

no retreat in my breath, no peace in the pause

just a thousand little deaths in a round of applause

bury that name in a six-inch file

cuz soberton done pissed on his grave with a smile

 

you talk tough but your rhymes softer than baby shit

whole career built on dickriding now the plate empty bitch

i seen your tracks flop harder than a drunk on ice

you aint spitting you just coughing up weak lines twice

soberton where the real bark and the bite match

you just yapping like a chihuahua with a weak ass rap

your crew full of clowns im the whole damn circus

you the type to get smoked then blame it on the verses

fuck your diss tracks sound like nails on a chalkboard

i bring the heat you bring the weak shit straight to the graveyard

you claim streets but your background check say suburban

im the nightmare you cant wake up from keep stirring

yellowtape more like yellowweak bitch fold under pressure

my flow hit like a bullet yours just a dull letter

you aint built for this shit you just cosplay hard

im the truth you the lie getting exposed like a fraud

soberton where the bars cut deep no band-aid

you the type to get clipped then beg for a handshake

fuck your legacy its a footnote in trash

im the chapter you skip cuz you cant handle the clash

your whole sound outdated like a vcr

im the future you the past getting left in the car

yellowtape shits yellowlate to your own funeral

im the reaper with the pen you just a tutorial

you want beef but you vegan with no spine

i serve steak you serve weak shit straight from the swine

soberton where the real dont need to flex

you just a echo in a empty room whats next

fuck your name fuck your crew fuck the lies you tell

im the end of your story bitch go back to hell

yellowtape weak like a broke rubber band

that shit snap before it even stretch out a hand

dude rap like he gargling piss in a can

spit it back out now the whole crowd demand a refund

fuck that bitch made shit he call a punchline

more like a weak ass itch need a crutch sign

whole squad softer than a marshmallow truck ride

crash that shit now they all fucked inside

yo bitch ass thought this was a game?

more like a funeral march with no name

dude step up get his face rearranged

leave him leaking like a busted fire hydrant in june

fuck a metaphor this aint no riddle

this that catch a bullet with your teeth middle

of the street where the shells tittle

down his shirt now his last words whittle to please

whole career built off borrowed flows

now the rent due and his pockets closed

dude a ghostwriter with no ghost

just a empty shell where the talent supposed to go

yellowtape? more like yellow weak

peel that shit back watch the cowardice leak

dude couldnt buzz if he strapped to a hive

whole sound like a flatline beep