Sweet Dreams

Okay, Spike,

it's time for nighty night,

come on in, watch your head, you'll hit it on the light

Make a diss, delete it, run when beaten

Spike, it's been a while, since this rappers fucking eaten

 

Spike, Spike,

do another diss track,

but next time you do, make sure it ain't bad

 

Spike, your diss was real real bad, your soundcloud was a fucking fad

Every song you make it seems, like your head was in the sand,

the lyricism is so sad that Nas would turn his head around,

Every time you speak your mic it pops like there's a marching band,

Several tracks and each are whack, take your raps and put them back,

in the shit where they belong, right there next to your first song.

For every song you have that's strong, I have a pig that plays ping pong (what)

what I'm saying is they all suck, every time you've got it wrong.

Your flow is crap and overused, you show one rap - we're over you,

you're mumble rap, that's over fool, the boom bap came for all of you

So why do you, produce tunes, like you're Nas or Biggie Smalls,

when really you're 6ix9ine or Pump, or lil fucking "autotune"

You keep on, and I'll assume, you made another cringey poem,

bout some girl who don't love you, and never will, but you pursue,

like a crazy fucking fool, a madman with a vocal booth, who sings

about some scary truths but never provides any proofs.

 

Spike, Spike,

You're not Biggie Smalls,

you can't do hip hop, you're a maddened fool

 

Spike, Spike,

You act like your old-school,

stealing your lyrics from people who'd hate you

 

I take a gun and shoot at you, with rhymes, and bars as ammo; fuel,

I just noticed something cool, but I don't wanna fuck witchu,

the girl you mention, in your bars, didn't she go to our school?

Asha, ay? The one that's good at basketball? that's kinda tall.

I tell you what, if I made four songs about some poor soul

I'd be called a stalker, asshole, but I guess that you just pour salt

on your wounds and cry some, make a shitty song about a girl,

we first thought was about Saffron, but I guess that we listened wrong

 

Spike, Spike,

do another diss track,

but next time you do, make sure it ain't bad

 

Hee hee, did you enjoy that lullaby, Spike?

Say what you want back, I'll say it twice as loud on the mic