FW NAA Day (Corrupt Diss)
• Written by Nick_Shady
Nick_Shady's Notes
A remix of Dr. Dre's 1992 Eazy-E diss track "Fuck Wit Dre Day (And Everybody's Celebratin')" from his iconic debut Death Row Records album The Chronic. Recording dropping soon.
//Verse (0:20)
Mister Mason, where ya been?
Took ya eight days just to respond to the first diss
Then six days for the second and the third shit
Four for the fourth and three for the fifth
Then on the eighth day I wake up to a blind battle
'Cause you's a pussy ass bitch, and I'd make your head rattle
If I could respond to your lines individually
But now I got a chance, so time for the killin' spree
Now get on both knees, bow down to the Factor
So we can be finished with this stupid ass cracker
Wannabe rapper, Pac impersonatin' actor
Bitch, shut the fuck up with all that fake chatter
You think anyone takes you any kind of serious?
Man, please, I swear, you's gots to be delirious
Honestly, the way you doin' shit's so mysterious
Thinkin' I'ma be speechless, ain't nobody fearin' this
Second they be hearin' this, they's thinkin' you's a joke
You'll get smoked if you were genuinely a loc
Got this fuckin' seagull tryna be a cro
Thirty two an hour, and bitch, you still broke?
Fuck with N double A day, and everybody celebratin'
'Cause I'm nailin' you in a coffin, I should call you Raymond
Watchin' you tryna be shit, it's pretty entertainin'
Seein' you tryna claw your way away from fadin'
To the background, and man, you're failin'
Like you did your grammar classes up in third grade, and
You can't fight for shit, you'd fall and hit the pavement
Gettin' stomped 'cause we sick of you tryna be replacin'
Tupac Shakur, who's next? Chris Wallace?
Bitch, if you do, you better be comin' flawless
And be cautious, 'cause all of this thoughtless
Lawless imitation is just makin' me so nauseous
That I might throw up on your Temu Air Force Ones
And now, you're out a whole five bucks
All I'm out of is giveable fucks
So when I see you tryna drag my name through the mud
All I can say is nice try, motherfucker
But tonight, you might die, motherfucker
Big words from a guy who claims to be mile high
But your ears weigh you down 'cause they eight feet wide
Brains over brawn, that's me over you
'Cause you the typa guy who couldn't spell IQ
To get the square root of yours, you'd need that first letter
If you can even understand my mathematical references
Or are they goin' over your head like minimum wage?
Because we know you don't make what you say
Sixty six thousand and five sixty a year, Mase?
We see through your lies like they was opaque
Sayin' I got castrated, how's that scrotoplasty?
'Cause you ain't got no balls so they gotta attach these
Fake plastic ones so you can act tough
Staple those fuckers to the end of your muff
You must be a hemaphrodite, 'cause you're a pussy and a dick
Or the turd I just dropped, man, you're a piece of shit
Only person sayin' you the GOAT is you and yo mom
Meanwhile even Slim3Tim3 had to admit Murdergram was the bomb
I dissed him and he gave me a prop
Plus I get respect from motherfuckers at the top
From KQT, GenXjeezy to Coindrop
A half ounce of scotch is all you've got
I'm drunk off the love, you drunk off the Whiskey
I'm drunk off the buzz, you buzzin' like bees
I got buzz like mozzies, you got buzz from the weed
All my buzz is 'cause motherfuckers respect me
Yours is 'cause you return once every couple months
To make GenXjeezy your main opponent
Then he wins the beef by a landslide and you leave
Then you're right back at it in, like, thirteen weeks
And every time, your bars just sound more weak
I think K-Dot said it best, bitch, have a seat
Be humble, got some respect for the ones up top
Otherwise you might just get shot
Get popped, dropped and buried in a yard
For messin' with the wrong guy with your shitty bars
Ain't talkin' 'bout monster trucks when I say I'll dig your grave
Man, messin' with a sixty three man crew's pretty brave
Dumb for sure, but brave without debate
I'd respect it if you weren't doin' blackface
Sayin' you hate that word that I can't say
'Cause unlike you, I respect the black race
I do it for the love of the culture and the art
You just in this shit for the sales and the pop charts
The platinum plaques, but all you got is wood
And it's only half an inch, oh wait, man, should
I even mention that on a song again?
I'm just rememberin' how offended he gets
When you mention his microscopic manhood
Last time I said shit, he ain't respond good
But what's a diss track meant to be if not offensive?
One simple answer: it should be aggressive
But I'm not even mad, honestly, it's pretty sad
To see this little fag so badly tryna be black
And he's like, "Well, black people rap, right?"
So he decides to go and grab a mic
Gets on the site, sees someone he doesn't like
So he decides to strike and pick a lyrical fight
But never in his life has he ever written a rhyme
So he decides to go on OpenAI
Types in the prompt, and he gets a little verse
Copy, paste, submit, call a hearse
I got a hundred and one problems but a rhyme ain't one
The only problem I see here's Corrupt
'Cause he made me lose two hours of my day
Writing this shit to try and put him away
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Nick_Shady
Member since February 27 2025