AfterTone - Followers lyrics

[Intro] Midwest rejects! Yo, I'm going to go sloppy for one more song Just to piss ya'll off f** technicality, b**h See you on Rap Genius kids And go s** CRD's dick I don't gotta say my name you know who it is Punk You trying to f**ing diss me on a track You don't even have a studio man, shut the f** up Go get a notepad, if you can even afford that, b**h [Verse 1] These kids s** more dick than Amber Rose on a video For a DJ Khaled mix, and I know you see this sh** You follow me, reading through my updates Waiting for your pathetic names to appear on my page So solemnly That acid trip must have f**ed your brain more Than all the honesty, but that's another story You can tell at your f*ggot orgies later, you punks I've been nuts deep in your mom's a** so long I haven't noticed its been a couple of months What, wha- do I gotta plug my nose, for you to hear my flow No, f** that rip off sh**, I got ounces of trash Like I ran to Edmonton fast as Flash and jacked Synister's dirty, ditch weed stash, than I Spit vodka on his persona's swastika Took his thick skull, cracked it on his momma's monitor Then drug Karnige's carca** all the way to Ottawa So his damned soul could witness me bombin' the Andromeda [Hook] Ya'll just some, followers Got the same rhymes, shared times, and trying to flip minds Trying to diss mine, not this time nah cause ya'll some followers Some followers Ya'll just some, followers Got the same rhymes, shared times, and trying to flip minds Trying to diss mine, not this time nah cause ya'll some followers Some f**ing f*ggot followers [Verse 2] Dizzy? Which Dizzy is he? Dizzy Wright? King Dizzy? Dizzy D? Eh P can you tell me I'm fed up, with that f**ing beat Like Synister, changing his name to Ghandi b**h! Now what? You promote peace? f** that! You f**ing switch, I'm violent Like my music, really not something A p**y with a weak stomach, can get to bumping No wonder why I have so many haters thinking I'm nothing (Ha, ha) I don't give a f**ing damn look at your sunk in Face I need my cam, I'ma get a clip of this sh** My gun is jammed, shooting for millions you stop at a hundred grand A super villain with a catastrophe planned, to destroy you, your clan And a Canadian boy band, group of two kids who are too f**ing oblivious Compared to Slim? sh** Ripped flow with no lyrics [Hook] [Outro] Oh yeah to my fans, I'll be back with some more tracks Hundred times better than this, f** it Just had to get past these punks Took a while but you know Who even knows these kids anyway? f**ing Edmonton, Canada get the f** outta here Oh yeah one more thing dude I almost forgot Young Whipper Snapper, please man! Please, don't... don't diss me! I know it was Eminem talking about you In 'Guts Over Fear' I know it was him talking about you in all his songs man Please don't diss me All outta respect bro much love man! Yo, I smoke weed everyday and listen to your tracks Slit my wrists, think about how my girls so ugly Yeah, here I'll spit a freestyle for you real quick Outta respect for you man, I respect you so much man Yo, I gotta cat in the hat with a bat And a trailer attached I'ma steal some of Eminem's bars, because you did that And you're my idol, and I'll rap like you Aw f** that! Better than ANYTHING you rapped motherf**er Your production s**s! Get the f** outta here with that sh** YOU b*tch!