Fuck Y.T.M.S.D

Oh shit Yo yo yo, what's up Hey bro, guess what Yo yo This bitch just stole their fucking diss Oh, you're f- you're serious? Yeah bro, I'll send it to you right fucking now Oh f*ck yeah, let me play this shit Aight, peace bro Now I'm out here, rappin' hell to corny You see Mercedes, and now he lookin' horny You see Jamahl, he cryin', don't ignore me He's super tall, but this nigga below me He fuckin' on a dyke, that bitch don't wanna fight He hatin' on the I guess I gotta do this Let me kick back and spit a goofy sick rap Check this wicked diss track to a killer boom bap About these douchebags who think they're all that Their shit is ass, don't forget or skip the brass Tax let's talk facts two steps away from crack Prep for the day, I come attack F*ck a strap or a gat, I won't blast On stage, I don't lack, this shit is great No need to trap, but I will No need to cap, so I won't Come and scrap, yo ass addicted to dope You don't want the smoke, you'll choke when I tie your neck in a rope Seal your fate like an envelope, you and your boys put the whores in scope (Like horoscopes) I approach and poach like I'm off a line of coke She got caught with the backstroke and now you mad with a joke How are you a gangster but cry when yo bitch a hoe Your favorite movie is frozen, but you can't let it go (lett itt goooo) Are you slow? Didn't you know I wreck a flow with my hectic dyslexic insane perplexin' vein thoughts Veins pop as I spit these flames hot, y'all brains rot off of these lame jots Rip off your tank tops, none of you are men Y'all are wearin' sport bras, I'm in awe How'd you want kieana's, Shawshank Redemption, stankin Geneva Convention Violatin' different dimensional tentacle havin Make a man homosexual, unacceptable ass pussy That's fuckin' gross You were this close Jamal, but she was swept up by ya bro Not once, not twice, but thrice And now she's actin' all nice F*ck y'all, f*ck Jamahl, f*ck Tazz, f*ck Bitch Sauce Get lost, built like Rick Ross How much that fit cost Cruz Five to the shirt, ten to the shoes? What use a chain if it degrades in the rain Now you got burch moaning ya name What a shame we ain't the same, you guys are tame Which bitch gave me brain She went insane with my balls Call her Sue Bird, Pussy looser than obtuse words Spit by confused nerds, spurred by slurred speech and herpes No worries, bow down to this all-around sound Noun-filled obituary as I carry this very scary weapon Keep on steppin' and stressin' while countin' your blessings Realize this shit is depressin I lost my friends, now I question As I jot down this bop, whether it's worth it or not Or if I'm right or I'm wrong F*ck it, my weapon of choice is a mic You may have put me on, but you had nothin' to do with this song The paragraphs could be a mile long Like Mao Zedong, I'm undefeated Sorry if I'm heated, but this is what I needed A fire up under me, burnin' my feet Forcin' me to rap fast and with class on a beat What makes me laugh is while I was takin' a piss I get a call, somethin' about Jamahl and how she licked y'all's diss So I stole it to put it on this, just to spit back with max ammo Let's see if I hit... Blammo This degenerate ain't choose to be celibate My proof is irrelevant At this point, I'm dissin' for the hell of it My bars are like fusion and negligence Chernobyl is evidence I kill against my will like the veterans I'm the definition of pestilence My flow is ambidextrous You'd suck a dick for relevance And not spit if it was venomous Ice Tray's not a rapper, he's a poet My Ice Tray, a cutie patootie He's slingin' mad booty Ice Tray is colder than ice Burch got knocked the f*ck out Ice Tray's the blackest kid in Casper Dude, Ice Tray is fuckin' crazy Which is worse, Traiton or Burch I'd say me But let's ask first Who really puffed Perry's pack That was Ice T, not Tazz I beat that douchebag's ass off a ton of shrooms Like a spaz, Anton's cappin is atrocious My rhymes are supercalifragilisticexpealidosious He's got osteoporosis mixed with scoliosis But he'll never get the diagnosis Cause he's a toasted, cracked out cricket He's as gay as Dennis Rodman and EJ Johnson Combined into one guy getting tongue-tied By a man screaming a battle cry End his career like how cattle die Inhumane, turn his ass into chow mein Eat it up, sippin' champagne Mixed with benzocaine I'm talkin' false pain Man, you don't even understand half the words I'm sayin Yo ass is like crippled and retarded I don't even know why I'm dissin' you Alright, alright, alright You stuck around this long I gotta accapella for Azan You thought you were free of this boy You thought boy Alright, alright Is this a beat gunna end? Oh, okay, here, hold on Azan's such a snitch he can't pop a Xan His bitch is so big she fits more men than a van They all call me Stan, if so then he's Cartman Every time I play his music it sounds like a fat pussy fartin