King Kong (Addario Diss)
• Written by WEALTHMASTA
WEALTHMASTA's Notes
This is what happens to dumb snakes like you, so since you wanna go behind my back and leak all my shit to your butt buddy, yo ass is cooked.
(Intro)
Ay, it’s time to get rid of this rat
(Verse)
Motherfucker sneak attackin,’ I guess you have more sand than an Egypt palace
You can’t catch up when I peel out, then speed right past ya, cause like a freeway hazard
Yo dotted line got you curved, shit’s too petite for graphin,’ so pass up the pie and eat some carrots
Cause that stem don’t equal average, you wanna speak about roots, but you ain’t even rad-ish
Yo clock’s in limited mode, cause y’all cattle, and I ain’t even tryna dig minerals
But I’m finna make this ox hide, cause I know you’re the mole who’s been givin’ info
To KRT, talkin’ bout the religion you hold, but the reason your title is listed as “mole”
Is cause your role is to tip off the bros so they can slip their tip in your hole
Go behind my back so they can go behind yours, why’d you notify for-
-Ces with no defined course, like the one-oh and five-four, bitch check the overtime score
Finna whoop yo ass like the Cobra Kai tour, cause it’s a rap battle, not an open-mic war
All the dough you spied for, but try to find my sauce and there’ll be no assigned source
You’re not an important member, so I just need to scroll to find yours
No rewinds for you, call me King Kong, you’ll probably need a global time warp
I be leavin’ haters panickin,’ and you’re more ass than a Kardashian
Rack on your head while I’m headin’ for racks, you prick, so I’m huntin’ for antlers then
Watchin’ this buck drop, call it a buckshot, like I’m grabbin’ the Jack and gin
You better check your balance then, I know you prayin’ that yo herd’ll come dashin’ in
Try to handle it and you’re spinnin,’ you ain’t gettin’ up the ladder, bitch
Better grab the rim, cause like walking to vs. from the bar, the difference is staggerin’
Then you publicly in anguish, shawty went to the dark side and I don’t fuckin’ mean Darth Vader
Gotta use your hand solo just to beat your saber, while her Milky Way’s invaded by a rusty fleet of freighters
And she dips and nicks half the cheddar while you just receivin’ blank checks
Like you gettin’ a divorce, but you must agree on custody arrangements
The basement is your placement, I bet your cave has some damp floors
Like you’re up to bat, whore, when I hopped on a track for your album, I didn’t see track 4
And then you backdoored, became a rat and let the guy who rigs battles in your backdoor
Like an Accord, but you have none on your dashboard, so what you actin’ a dumbass for?
And you finna get exposed, claimin’ you a king, well I sentence you to the electric throne
You ain’t a threat, although I bet that you’ll regret the road that you took when you catch the smoke
I’m leavin’ the deck with holes, cause you’re already cooked once I get the Colt
And let it go, I ain’t broachin’ no Frozen, but you know I left ‘em cold
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WEALTHMASTA
Member since May 2 2024