You gutless boy wonders will buckle under the thunder
Of Dis Raps 7, your unlucky number, bummer
Well well well, what do we have here?
Tyrance, William, Reshad, the three f**sketeers
Raising hell everyday and making a tear
Of gimmpy1's high school life for the last two years
I'm happy that you gave me this a**ignment to dis
This trio of pricks is a real three package of dicks
I'm the big bad Epic Lloyd come back with a fist
Huff-n-puff and go f**ing ham on these three little pigs
Gimp makes a fool of every dude in your cowardice crew
Can only mock how he walks, he'll never run from you
And he struts with a limp cause he's a goddamn pimp
Catch a glimpse of this man grip a cane in his hand
And make a trick of every b**h in your click of hooligans
Rhinestone braces on his legs when he makes his stand
That's called spine, fellas, y'all should try it sometime
But till then I'll continue to rhyme about you stinky vagines
I got to rip these dickless nitwit dipsh** triplets, can I get a witness?
Don't get it twisted
Your orthodontists is gonna get pissed when
I smack your teeth back to looking all British again
Gimmpy manned up and faced you all through all this
Reshad, you can't even face male pattern baldness
You shouldn't be picking on anyone with that name you got
Dog, you just don't sound tough when you're called Reshad
Like, oh my God, it's Reshad, what'll we do?
He'll rub his shiny head and put a hair loss curse on you
And Tyrance is a trash-talking scaredy cat
You kiss your sister with that mouth? Naaaaww, don't answer that
But be afraid Tyrance, be very afraid
BC you pissed off the wrong short bald man today
And I don't mean Reshad
(19 and you're losing your hair, huh? *whistles* That is rough, brother. Now, hopefully you're a brother. That at least softens the blow. I was like 23 when I started losing my hair and that was hard, but I like, I made it through my teens at least, you know? I mean, I would feel really bad for you if you weren't such a prick. But, since you are, f** you then.)
So shut your cake holes, you two a-holes
Before I take hold and break both your legs and make a brace with the bones
Stay home, and take that poser friend you've got
With the dirty Air Force One's, yeah, I haven't forgot
Cause as for the greatest rapper that ever lived, well
Where there's a Will there's a way to be a weepy little b**h
Waaaaaa! I just got a paper cut!
And I also found out that me and all my friends s**
This is like high school, fellas, and you're too old for that sh**
You're 19 and you idiots haven't even graduated
But I get it, I guess, you don't wanna leave yet
I bet Your high school rep I bet's the best your small lives ever get
But get over it, and face your bleak futures like men
And don't ever f** with an Epic Llyod fan ever again
The end