40 Losers Dying (Unreleased Diss)

[Intro]

 

I fuck wit RHB now... I ain't lying, I ain't playing. This is an old diss, you know what I'm

saying?

 

[Verse-1]

 

Fuck 40 Cal and OG ReCoil. Ya'll just had to diss me, weak choice. No sorry, ya'll gon' get

destroyed. Got some gay boys I beefin' wit from GSF, that can take 40's virginity. I'm GSF to

infinity. Rhyme ability, tell ReCoil his raps still shitty. Cut yo head off, like ISIS. And that

diss ya'll made coming at me? Homie, it got B Minus, and that's final. Compton California,

that's where ya'll gon' find us. And tell Mydas to shave his clown ass afro, he looking like

a furry's asshole. I'm a frog now? Yo bitch gon' fuck give birth to a tadpole. Kill ya'll off like

Plug did wit Bankroll. Shot in the face, wet yo mamas, closed the case. Hoes to chase. Like you.

Yeah, I'm talking 'bout Blue, I gon' strike you. Ego bigger than Grand Canyon? Put a hole in you,

and yo damn companion. I don't give a fuck about police, but that doesn't mean I want no peace.

Leave yo dead bodies at my crib, then I'll make yo hoes tease!

 

[Hook]

 

40 losers dying, ya'll dissers been trying. FYBK RHBK, what can I say? Speak up against me, when

ya'll quit being too gay. Before ya'll taste the AK... Shit... You know I'm making this lit, ya'll.

 

[Verse-2]

 

Shoot yo ass wit an AK-47, send yo ass to heaven. Forty seconds, boom, going to hell. Ain't gonna

be going well, and tell yo bitches to start blowing well. Gotta take my strap, before things get

heated. Walk to 40 'n ReCoil, shoot 'em, mission completed. No graves needed. Already got their

holes digged. Don't claim being a G, that's bad for you, kid. 'I can make death threats fo' days,'

do this shit then, or else you full of bullshit. Say, I'm full of aggression, read this, you be

filled wit depression, got a question. Are ya'll dissing me for attention, or reflection? Had to

mention...

 

[Outro]

 

Again, this is old... Don't get in yo wrong minds.