The f** is the middleton tellin' me
Always in the trainer's room
J Bietz ain't bout this
J Bietz ain't bout that
Ma boy got IT and f**in' T-rup and ‘em, hehe
Say that runnin' don't be puttin' in no work
SHUT THE fu*k UP
Y'all runners ain't no sh**
All ya motherf**ers talk about
J Bietz ain't no runner
J Bietz ain't this, J Bietz a fake
SHUT THE fu*k UP
Y'all don't live with that runner
Y'all know that runner run with the crooked J's runnin' for Calder and sh**
Jonas been on summer runnin' since, f**in' I don't know when
Motherf**er stop f**in' pLAyin' him like that
Dem runner savages out there
If I catch another motherf**er talkin sh** about J Bietz, I'm f**in' beatin the a**
I'm not f**in' playin' no more, you KNOW that runner roll with da crayfish and them
JONAS BIETZ, Holla
==ZACH==
Okay it's distance gang ‘til I'm deceased, f** around we run repeats (YA)
Ridin' up in that whip, yeah we strapped up with that TP
Race me, Defeat, boy ya never gon' beat me
How the f** ya supposed to win if yo' scrub a** can't see me
Other teams, diss track, where the f** is yo' diss at
I ain't even got time for that, got a TIMEX where my wrist at
Wanna verse, pay me, stuntin' hard like I'm J Bietz
Distance rain got real flame these other rappers got fake peep
Real athletes run sh**, all y'all just playin' games
Talk about dem wannabes, if that's the case just say the name
Boy we runnin' fast as f**, hit the track and lap ‘em up
Races we be zoopin' but we really ‘bout that rappin' stuff
Slow down relax, yeah I snappin' on three tracks
Other teams be takin' L's I bet y'all want a rematch
All da girls be flockin' cuz we faster and we stronger
And oh yeah, forgot to mention: Distance guys last LONGER
(hit ‘em with the train)
==C-MAC==
Make it drop I'll move and rock dis flyer flow don't really stop (CMAC)
Judge a girl and to without she goin' for the team cuz she really bop
On ma whips, all ma whips be floorin' push the start they roarin'
Crazy two, say I'm borin' to the early mornin'
Got your b**h, layin' in ma bed after ten rounds
We bo der, wakin' up to some good head boy
CC boys get with it got deez f**, n***as hatin' now we
Got it locked up, AODs and injuries yeah you
Already know me, it's CMAC boy, I like to sh** up and swallow the key with DAB
We the CC boys we steal, all yo goddamn honies
Throwin' bends yeah you know we got this f**in' money
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Hey Ozzie boy
Yo what up 50 Cal
Hey, remember when the football players said they'd make a diss track
HELL YEAH WHERE DAT THO BOY
Where dat sh** at
==DOM==
Run dis meet like big Baby, six Rosa hills f** off of me
CC says bye, bye to Ben Blanchard like he said it took Tory (bye-bye)
Amber with Jared almost (leave him alone) stop tryin' to ho and shoot my man's (f** you Amber)
[Can't understand this line sorry]
Carl always on one, he stays trap and havin' fun
If Casey Hopp is feelin' right that probably means we win tonight (W)
Moses, time for strength let's check the watch, yeah Hell no
Still spray yer face and hit a 3, my race has started enjoy the show
==JACK==
Boy I'm spittin' like I'm on a run, West reign's over their times done
Cuz M-house we on da course, beat yer whole team with NO remorse
Ran fire like Tabasco, I run sh** like [Cathco] (runnin')
My bars like the ice bath to fifty, now that's cold (ice)
My brook's on, I'm lookin' clean, slayin' runners I'm [Ed gene]
Hydratin' all day, sippin' lean out my Nalgene (leeeaann)
Flippin' bricks like Flapjack, distance launchin' attacks
Up top pushin' the pace, Casey Hopp yellin' relax
==AUSTIN==
Sprint dis f**in' 5k, b**h I been high for 5 days
Chillin' in the cloud and I never comin' down
Runnin' every day, but I never get a raise
Even though I'm pushin' for the spot that they all praise
A white rapper, who's also dapper
I snap up on the beat it's deceased, ya get it, capiche?
I'm whippin' in the phantom, yeah runnin' sh** my anthem
The b**hes say I handsome so I take the p**y ransom boy I'm
Ballin on a budget but the b**hes say they love it cuz I'm
Stacking green and gettin' chips, f**ing cracka call me rich
Writin' raps and runnin' sh**, everyone, split it quick
Like the witch who grabs my dick, gun goes off it's time to kick
CC, XC, reach in the bag no I got a palm tree
Zoopin' off a runner high and a mort see
But a bunch of it was burnin' in a pile of debris
Runnin' till the sun goes down waitin' for the comeup
Ya b**h with me and she waitin' for da cumma
But f** that ho, she needs to shut up, cuz I'm too busy running sh**
==50==
CC boys from down the street, run 800 f** repeats
Let's stand up, take a seat, faster than you, on a premeet
Takin' L's when Casey says, finish the Seven
I'm on that runner's high, all the way to the Heavens
Zoopin' past these runners like I'm ON ONE
Load the 50, co*k it back, squeeze the trigger, WATCH ‘EM Run
Yo why'd you fire Mike, he said Work hard, you got a slot
Now feel that pain, Get a spot, no Name kids don't get no spot
Take a run down Sandy Beach, f** that at runnin' routes
Mouse in a pool, good night out, cat in the rat, smells like trout
Took a year and now I'm a Captain you know that sh** never happened
Dollar Tree, always snackin' runnin' gang, always dappin'
[TP Josh's house baaaaack to back
Took a little break now I'm baaaaack to that] x2