ITTY BITTY - Ghost Ridah (Lil To...

ITTY BITTY - Ghost Ridah (Lil Tom Response)

(Paul Revere Rapping Parody)

Set on February 29, 1783

Intro:

Thomas Gage is a lil’ bitch

Verse 1 (0:13):

While King George fucks you with no vaseline, you called it a good day, bitch, shut the fuck up, oh please.

Just sign the treaty already, goddamn, we might kill another million of you like the Vietnamese.

And we got all your buddies dyin’ behind the yellow tape, now they all deceased.

Boutta run his run his whole ass family out the Sussex, those bums deserve to be panickin’.

This mothafucka runnin’ his mouth tellin’ me he gon’ rip apart my family tree but when I’m on him, he turnin’ to a pacifist.

This bum claims he thugged out the streets but since he was a lil Timmy, this money he’s been lavishing,

In, just throwin’ that shit, if you ever come across a real G like me you gettin’ shot, ask again.

Then I’ll find a way to burn your ashes, because you’re too much of a disgrace to even be buried properly.

Bet you wanna suck my dick so bad, well then you can be my slave, now you’re my property.

Don’t be actin’ like this ain’t exactly what you asked for, don’t look at me with your eyes all watery.

I know Gage doesn’t like gambling, but I bet his dream job was to profit off dumbasses like Polymarket.

Yap-yap-yap, that’s the sound of a fatherless fuck, bet his stripper mom always disregard him.

You only a bitch, not a dog, ‘cuz you don’t bite, only barkin’.

Chorus (1:05):

Ohhh, this alpha sigma male don’t mean shit, just a itty-bitty little thing.

Ohhh, this bum looks up to Andrew Tate, this bum a grown man actin’ like a teen.

Yeah, Billy Badass doesn’t scare me, I bet he runs to his mommy whenever guys are being “mean”.

But don’t talk to me until you sober up, I know you be doin’ lines as long as your spleen.

Ohhh, this alpha sigma male don’t mean shit, just a itty-bitty little thing.

Ohhh, this bum looks up to Andrew Tate, this bum a grown man actin’ like a teen.

Yeah, Billy Badass doesn’t scare me, I bet he runs to his mommy whenever guys are being “mean”.

But don’t talk to me until you sober up, I know you be doin’ lines as long as your spleen.

Verse 2 (1:29):

I gotta do something, anything just to achieve the impossible feat, get his ego deflated.

Get this bum so triggered, shit talkin’ me on his school Chromebook, damn he’s so fixated.

But rehab won’t do shit, so let him die of kidney failure, his mouth being shut was long-awaited.

It’s a goddamn party in the UK, fuck that shitty tea, we burnin’ the goddamn streets along with us.

And fuck it, let’s kill him off earlier, let him die of OD ‘cause at rock bottom there’s no place to go but up.

I bet Gage sits in his own shit, so much he’s fightin’ wars with the sunlight from the stars and lookin’ like Jabba The Hut.

But he ain’t tuff throwin’ gang signs in foreign languages, I’m electrocutin’ him in the gut.

For all ‘em real G’s, rest in peace Eazy-E I know for Tommy not being mentally disabled is hard to believe,

But it’s real and you can’t achieve it, hop on Achieve3000 and then you’ll realize your “education” is just a fantasy.

This bum a waste to our society so we gon’ drown his bitch ass in the water and make some more plants for the manatees.

While he wallowin’ in self-pity, I just wanna shout out his father for being an absentee.

He made the smart choice, some mothafuckas gon’ call him heartless but he was just tryna protect his intelligence,

From those dumbfucks, his biggest mistake was allowing the Sons of Liberty to exist, we gon’ punish him for his lack of intellect.

By spittin’, pissin’, and shittin’ on his grave, you thought I had mercy? You’d be incorrect.

‘Cause before y’all tried to shut me down and take all my money, you shoulda muhfuckin’ double-checked.

Chorus (2:21):

Ohhh, this alpha sigma male don’t mean shit, just a itty-bitty little thing.

Ohhh, this bum looks up to Andrew Tate, this bum a grown man actin’ like a teen.

Yeah, Billy Badass doesn’t scare me, I bet he runs to his mommy whenever guys are being “mean”.

But don’t talk to me until you sober up, I know you be doin’ lines as long as your spleen.

Ohhh, this alpha sigma male don’t mean shit, just a itty-bitty little thing.

Ohhh, this bum looks up to Andrew Tate, this bum a grown man actin’ like a teen.

Yeah, Billy Badass doesn’t scare me, I bet he runs to his mommy whenever guys are being “mean”.

But don’t talk to me until you sober up, I know you be doin’ lines as long as your spleen.

Outro (2:45):

Yeah, Imma keep it short and sweet unlike that little rant of Tommy’s.

Fuck Thomas Gage bitch-ass, for real.

Back-Then, we gotta bring it back to when his bum ass didn’t exist.