COMEBACK (Yung George and Big Jo...

COMEBACK (Yung George and Big John Diss Track) - da kinG feat. Will Da Killa

 

(King George III and William Howe Rapping Parody)

 

Set on September 11, 1789 (said date was chosen on purpose)

 

Chorus: (Start of beat)

Yeah, fuck your weak-ass diss, bitches we gon’ return home like it’s a comeback.

But we returnin’ cause we ain’t no pussy, I retreat, that means I don’t run away, I just run then come back.

We all know I got Yung Georgie cryin’ in his pillow, he so sad his dinner last night was a bottle of Prozac.

Y’all never worked for shit, y’all just some trust-fund babies and y’all show that.

Verse 1: (0:26)

Yeah, bitches, we’ll make a comeback like it’s 28-3.

Get these high-ass fuckers off the sky, just slide me the 8” and y’all ain’t free.

We gon’ establish the practice of white slavery, thought y’all won, that’s pure fantasy.

Send yo bitch asses to bankruptcy, don’t act like men of God or y’all doin’ blasphemy.

I’m too rich for y’all, I got at least a hunnid Lambos, and I cruise wit’ a pistol.

I took their president’s hoe, the way she heat-seekin’ she a ballistic missile.

We too busy ballin’ right now, blind you with my crystals and dunk on yo ass like my name’s Donovan Mitchell.

Yeah, you’re very well done like it’s Outback Steakhouse, your president is not tough payin’ an Uber across Delaware.

Y’all suck, that’s facts, and I’m well aware.

Don’t blast me for fuckin’ on Martha, you wouldn’t want me to tell her ‘bout your milli affairs.

Call me Leon Thomas, ‘cuz I ain’t even beef, but shit’s still not fair.

Ayy, yeah, I’m a craftsman the way shit’s fixed, ‘cuz tiny-ass Johnny, if you think you won, you for real a dipshit.

Yeah, and your nerve to call me uneducated, I can tell you another word for dipshit, it’s nitwit.

And unlike you, I dream big, don’t settle for less like shoppin’ on Wish, when I choose, I nitpick.

Chorus: (1:14)

Yeah, fuck your weak-ass diss, bitches we gon’ return home like it’s a comeback.

But we returnin’ cause we ain’t no pussy, I retreat, that means I don’t run away, I just run then come back.

We all know I got Yung Georgie cryin’ in his pillow, he so sad his dinner last night was a bottle of Prozac.

Y’all never worked for shit, y’all just some trust-fund babies and y’all show that.

Ayy, fuck your weak-ass diss, bitches we gon’ return home like it’s a comeback.

But we returnin’ cause we ain’t no pussy, I retreat, that means I don’t run away, I just run then come back.

We all know I got Yung Georgie cryin’ in his pillow, he so sad his dinner last night was a bottle of Prozac.

Y’all never worked for shit, y’all just some trust-fund babies and y’all show that.

Verse 2: (1:39)

Yeah, fuck you all, you won the battle but not the war, and my flintlock musket says hello.

Like, don’t play tough wit’ me, we all know damn well you gonna say, “Hell no.”

Just so you know, I’m biologically incapable of missing, and I’ll hit somethin’ more vital than an elbow.

Yeah, I ain’t one to play wit’, puttin’ crackheads in they place, I’ll take ‘em to the L zone.

Oh, and tiny John, son, while you was grindin’ World of Warcraft, I fucked Abigail and she’s havin’ my baby.

And I won’t stop till you dead, I’ll do a drive-by at your local Macy’s.

And you a lil’ bitch-ass rat boy too, yeah, that’s so true, Abrams, Gracie.

Watch me build your death in the country, say, you ever heard of a guy named Jones, Davy?

Well, you’re about to find out, I’ll have you face-to-face with your future hubby in the Devil.

Yeah, we know you ain’t never handled a real gun, unlike you, I’m a general.

Yeah, when I’m outside, rat boy better stay inside, catch his friends lackin’ at a Dollar General.

Best believe they all shot, and they all dead too, I ain’t gentle.

Yeah, maybe I’m up high, but at least when it wears out, I ain’t at rock bottom.

Imma do your people a huge favor and capture Washington as if he’s Saddam.

I flex flashy chains, rock a Lambo, and fuck all your bitches, is there a problem?

Prepare your last words ‘cause we gon’ shoot up this circus like it’s Ringling Bros and Barnum.

Chorus: (2:28)

Yeah, fuck your weak-ass diss, bitches we gon’ return home like it’s a comeback.

But we returnin’ cause we ain’t no pussy, I retreat, that means I don’t run away, I just run then come back.

We all know I got Yung Georgie cryin’ in his pillow, he so sad his dinner last night was a bottle of Prozac.

Y’all never worked for shit, y’all just some trust-fund babies and y’all show that.

Ayy, fuck your weak-ass diss, bitches we gon’ return home like it’s a comeback.

But we returnin’ cause we ain’t no pussy, I retreat, that means I don’t run away, I just run then come back.

We all know I got Yung Georgie cryin’ in his pillow, he so sad his dinner last night was a bottle of Prozac.

Y’all never worked for shit, y’all just some trust-fund babies and y’all show that.

Outro: (2:58)

Back-Then-Recordz, bow down to your superior.

(Ends at 3:41)