Victory dance (wasp diss)

Last track was a reply

This a diss

 

Crispy back, and he hit him wack.

Send the wrap, unravel the sins of gap.

Extend that,

new lens packed, With who wins,

recap

What one man calls a reach, has been reached, so who you hurtin'

Round one showed you the weapon, round two still want the, tote,

smoke, third I blew the toke, but now you gettin' to know first-hand

Wrote the book? Explains the typos, and why hoes, didn't know where the climax took.

We just stepped into it, fuck the innocence, of the biblical stories yeah I sinned a bit, saw the high and booked

Your finishin, and we ain't close to finished, sit,I ain't look

Saw the play ten miles away, and played shook

As I was preparing a plate to cook.

A new bag I stepped in, fire collosal it-'ll answer your hypothesis, to the debate, pfft

After watching you move i can tell the best solution is a substance of no degreeback to the science, id agree, it's gravity defyin' but still on the ground he stook.

 

Chorus bridge(jid):

Nigga say that I can't, damn lie

Ain't dappin no hand, sanitize

We gonna slide on your man, landslide

It's a nine in my pants, hand cock

Your gonna try to recant, you can't now

I can step on an ant, ant pile

I'm a shoot at the ground, dance now , dance ,dance

Oh what a handsome gift

To live in a land of sin

Ridin' with bags and bricks

And my lil nasty chick

That's what I asked of him

Told me he'd grant my wish

You dance with devil

You never dance again

 

and said he was a blasphemer, just said that deeper and yet you still sit there and nod.

I ain't no bitch, die for the art, ain't getting ditched, ride through the mistakes of mans heart.

Feel like this shit Camelot because the great author dead, yet still the wizard plots.

Can't get past the first layer, what the fuck you talking about I already burst the major, artery clots

Don't tell me what you do not know, because when you know not, you don't know that I know knots.

You just got used to the ropes, I pull, mot

Death, the devil, and yaw.

Probably too many names for ya taste.

But I'm so great, so who ta blame.

Still promises of future pain

Just needed to show y'all this ain't a computer game

Lyrical combat, is a terrible contract, for you to play

A competitive field, oh dear, keep a tally for when you wake.

Because Days change, never know when it's night forever,

any pastor gonna tell you ,we heading in times of darkness, hope for never.

Better hope for better as I give you better.

Gambled your life, a betteeeer.

Shambles, oh my! What a stresser.

The whore and The beast, I'm glad he ate her.

Brung a stick to blast through fakers.

 

We doing this for real

Don't hold back bitch

Haha...

Now we battlin'