shade (yellowtape diss)

yellowtape weak as fuck that shit sound like a man tryna gargle cum

bootleg ass bars got the whole hood shrugging like "who likes this bum"

harlem to compton they laughing at your name like a bad punchline

you a footnote in a diss track nigga fade into the background like a bad rhyme

your whole career built on who you rode dick of now look at you

broke boy begging for a cosign like a methhead needing a light too

your flow softer than a pillow full of feathers from a dead duck

lyrics trash like a dumpster full of spoiled milk and bad luck

you thought you was hot but the only flame was the one you sucked from fifty

now you just another nigga with a mic and a dream looking shitty

your name yellowtape more like caution tape round a crime scene

cause every time you rap somebody career gotta die it seem

you a stain on the game like a skidmark in some tighty whities

whole squad weaker than a one legged man in a ass kicking fight see

you got the nerve to talk shit with a catalog full of flops

nigga you the reason why they say the rap game need a mop

your bitch ass rhymes sound like a dial up connection buffering

stuttering stumbling fumbling over words like you just started suffering

from a stroke mid verse nigga sit the fuck down you done

yellowtape more like piss stain on the sidewalk in the sun

evaporating into nothing like the hype around your name

last nigga i seen this washed up he was singing in the rain

you a joke without a punchline a verse without a beat

a car without no wheels a plate without no meat

you starvin in this rap shit like a vegan at a bbq

only thing you spitting is the weak shit stuck in your shoe

your crew aint shit but a bunch of dickriders with no motion

yall the reason why they say the game need a fucking exorcism

ghostwriting ass nigga cant even stand on your own two

without a crutch from a bigger name you just a lost bitch who

fell off before you even got on now you just a meme

a laughing stock a cautionary tale a "dont be like him" dream

so fade to black like the end of a bad movie

cause the only thing left of you is the smell of a weak groupie