BITCH BOI (da kinG Diss Track) (...

BITCH BOI (da kinG Diss Track) (John Adams Rapping Parody)

BITCH BOI - Big John (da kinG Diss Track)

 

(John Adams Rapping Parody)

 

Set on May 7, 1789, the day after da kinG dropped COPIUM

 

Verse 1(Start of beat):

I’d like to start off by telling “dA kInG” that he fuckin’ forgot his schizophrenia meds.

I can tell he mental not just ‘cause he tryna step to us but I’m pretty sure Thomas Gage for 2 years already been dead.

But I’ll help him meet his fuck-buddy in hell when I pop him, I’ll make sure he doesn’t see the hospital bed.

Washington said we finna make him braindead, I’m not certain about that ‘cuz he’s already a fuckin’ sped.

This dumbass call himself da king, but I’m thinkin’ more da peasant.

He was runnin’ his mouth, so I robbed and threw out his plastic chains and flexed my real ones like a fuckin’ pendant.

His crew of fuck bois tried to ambush us, we a daycare the way we slept ‘em all then took care of them leavin’ no remnants.

This peasant prolly loves making gay jokes, but tell him don’t act like he ain’t almost got that homeless guy pregnant.

This mothafucka ain’t special or tough, even fuckin’ Alvin The Chipmunk could have that pussy killed.

Like, let’s not forget this bitch-ass fucker got pressed in broad daylight by a 5’4 suburban office worker named Bill.

And let’s not act like I got the time for you bitch-ass either, I gotta find a new home ‘cause my old one stuffed with hunnid bills.

It’s ironic he’s mentally slow, but he got stuck on George’s bitch ‘cuz he ain’t know how to pull, kinda like Tyreek Hill.

This mothafucka titled his song ‘COPIUM’, that’s his favorite under-the-counter drug.

This lil’ bitch’s greatest achievement was pressin’ a 4-year old in a Roblox VC, he is not a real thug.

I just saw him get approached by a private school kid named Bartholomew, good chance he’s gettin’ mugged.

Imma pack this fucka and send him back to Hoover ‘cause damn, does he fuckin’ suck.

Chorus(1:25):

We gon’ pull up on this peasant and pop him like a balloon then he’ll fold, that’s a bitch boi.

We the big dawgs here, and we devour lil’ pups like you, pup boi.

Yo raps ‘bout as real as your skils, they fake as fuck, kinda like a fuck boi.

Yeah, yo mother was always takin’ dudes that weren’t your dad home and takin’ it, that’s a sad boi.

Verse 2(1:50):

Ay, we gon’ put you out your misery and have you take a hunnid pills, and a ticket for a bullet train to the abyss.

I’ll write out your death while you watch in horror like I’m Stephen King, leave you dazed in the mist.

Even my intellectually disabled marksman could shoot better than you, I could be the air and you’d still fuckin’ miss.

I don’t have shit handed to me, I produce the tools to kill you, call me DJ Khaled ‘cause all I fuckin’ do is win.

Besides, I’m sick of this bastard thinkin’ he’s the second-coming of Christ, I’ll have his bitch-ass institutionalized.

Yeah, you know I run my town, I got the coke decriminalised.

I generated a Sora video of this bitch swattin’ a fly and his lil’ bitch ass fuckin’ apologized.

Yeah, you a lil’ bitch, lookin’ goofy like a Roblox stitch and we want you to know your stupidity doesn’t go unrecognized.

And we also want you to know that you’re such a fuckin’ dumbass we made it okay to mock the mentally disabled.

Like, quit blamin’ everyone that ain’t yourself, it ain’t our fault your stupidity was enabled.

Yeah, the .9’s right here, lately it’s been sufferin’ from starvation.

Keep talkin’ shit, I’m more than willing to pull up to your house’s location.

‘Cause fuck you, your dumbass Loyalist buffoons, and for not representing us and still puttin’ us through’ taxation.

Chorus(3:02):

We gon’ pull up on this peasant and pop him like a balloon then he’ll fold, that’s a bitch boi.

We the big dawgs here, and we devour lil’ pups like you, pup boi.

Yo raps ‘bout as real as your skils, they fake as fuck, kinda like a fuck boi.

Yeah, yo mother was always takin’ dudes that weren’t your dad home and takin’ it, that’s a sad boi.

We gon’ pull up on this peasant and pop him like a balloon then he’ll fold, that’s a bitch boi.

We the big dawgs here, and we devour lil’ pups like you, pup boi.

Yo raps ‘bout as real as your skils, they fake as fuck, kinda like a fuck boi.

Yeah, yo mother was always takin’ dudes that weren’t your dad home and takin’ it, that’s a sad boi.

Outro(3:28):

Yeah, bitch, fuck you and your pathetic and depressing life.

You have no friends, no family, no faithful partner, you’re addicted to Clash Royale and for fuck’s sake you’re pushing 51, just give it up, old fuck.

Back-Then-Recordz, mothafuckas.

(End at 3:51)