hunchback hag (NickShady Diss)

saw your last track, hopped off quick "damn, this shit worse than polio"

lyrics like a methheads manifesto, zero coherence, just "look at me! im spooky!"

fuck outta here, bars? you mean those toddler tantrums set to 808s?

your shock value a wet napkin, "oh, he said 'fetus' oooh, scary!" YAWN, try rabies

I'll hang your career from a ceiling fan, spineless, how you "controversial" with no stance?

your whole discographys a cry for help, but the ambulance left you cancelled in advance

 

DIE SLOW you a fluke, not a flaw

I stomp maggots like you into raw sauce

shadys back, In a body bag?

last breaths gurglin' "mommy... help..."

 

talk beef? bitch, you soy, your diss tracks sound like UNICEF complaints

"waah, the industry wronged me!" nah, you just suck and got no paint

remember your a fucking stan, yeah, your peak, now you just reek of stale piss and has-been

your "legacy"? a cautionary tale "dont rap if your this fucking trash, kid"

I'd call you a one-hit wonder, but you lost yourself

your best verse was a d and and 12 feature, proof satan dont want your soul, hes shy

your followers? three methheads and a make-a-wish kid who asked to skip you

last "banger" you dropped was your knee hitting the floor at a waffle house

 

"psst... hey, nick...

they found your notepad in a dumpster...

...it was still the best thing you ever did."

 

"but-but my wordplay!" shut the fuck up, your punchlines land like parkinsons

you edgy, bitch, your aura is "guy who brings vegan cupcakes to a prison riot"

I'll skin your alias, wear it like a suit, "haha, look, im nickshady!

...wait, whys everyone leaving?" cause your existence is secondhand embarrassment

your dad left you for a yoga instructor, thats karma for faking a stroke on track

your dad disowned you publicly "dad, please stop... please..."

 

"anyway...

...tell the coroner I want my bullet back."

 

who likes to like dick-lame-y

dude rap like he garglin' dick for a fee, blaaah

bitch, you a stain, step in the ring

get mopped up quick, call it janitorial

fuck is this? another weak-ass diss?

flow softer than baby shit, diaper rash lyrical

talk tough but the bark got no bite

chihuahua yappin', get punted into traffic

SPLAT now the pavement eatin' face

last rapper this trash got erased like a hard drive

backpedal, backtrack, bitch wheres the clapback?

oh right, still writin' it, fuckin' hack

groups prob'ly sick of this flop, "drop him!"

career on life support, pull the plug, im the doctor

bitch, you a corpse walkin'

last breath? im the one who stole it

whole shiz full of vultures

pick ya bones clean, no funeral

 

ayo, lets dig in, scalpel precision

peel back the fake, heres the real diagnosis:

terminal wackness, stage four, no remission

followers beg for mercy, "kill him, he sufferin'!"

tried to be shady, but he turned faded

coke-ragged voice, but the bars aint slayin'

bitch, you the reason they skip the album

skip, skip, skip, sound of ya relevance dyin'

mention my name? now ya teeth missin'

BAM baseball bat dentistry

talk street? you a cul-de-sac kid

played Grand Theft Auto and suddenly gangster? Pfft

I dump clips where ya mammy stay hidin'

pray to God, too late, now the devil confirmin' ya

 

lets make it nasty

drown in the toilet, flush twice, bye bitch

ya girl in my dms beggin' for the dick pic

sent her a noose, "heres ya king, hang it"

you full of mixed dick-ridin' groupies

dick so far down ya throat, ya tonsils bruised

im the fuckin' exorcist, vomit up the demon

spit ya last bars in the urn, cremation

no legacy, just a stain on the game

rot in the bargain bin, $1.99

 

yeah... rest in piss, fuckboy

told you not to play with me

next time? oh right

aint gon' be a next time