[Intro: mc pantcuff & lil estonian]
Damn!
Yo, alright
That sh** was tight
I think we're good, yeah
Oh wait, sh**, gimme like 2 seconds I gotta finish this one thing up...
[Verse 1: lil estonian]
Gannon
Just what the f** you think i did on that track
Didn't spit on that track
Didn't really do sh** on that track
And all it took was an Instagram tag
For you to get mad, have a panic attack
You a baby daddy man, OHH!
Sorry, just felt like repeating that
It's so sad that your flow so bad
And you sound the f**ing same on every track
In the studio, I found it hard not to laugh
Could only really stand it when Peter did his half
If I gave a sh**, you would've signed a contract
And my beats wouldn't have been so motherf**ing half-a**ed
Wait, artistic integrity? Bullsh**
If you cared bout all that you wouldn't pull sh**
Off youtube, for all your beats that I didn't make for you
I don't imitate, cause I ain't a f**ing fake like you
Don't irritate like you
Not always baked like you
And when somebody talking sh**
Ain't gonna break like you
Ain't flake and barely graduate like you
Ain't masturbate to pics of James Deen like you
I hesitate, don't take the f**ing bait like you
Ain't escape from my f**ing prom date like you
Ain't afraid to hear the truth, ain't run away to Syracuse
Ain't change my name to Rey Ban and escape my real name like you
Let me know when your vision actually exists
Until I see some proof I'm not really convinced
You write your own disses, no need for this sh**
Keep the f**ing money, you'll be needing it
And you'll be needing me
Cause that track sounded weak
And all of Cold Spring agrees
That you're a f**ing disease
And I figured you couldn't afford my beats
And I figured you'd be f**ing scared to release your album 'Cause it was such a f**ing piece of sh**
And I figured you'd motherf**ing cease to exist
At the end of this diss, 'cause you a motherf**ing b**h
(A motherf**ing what?)
A motherf**ing b**h
(Oh yeah that's true he is a b**h, you're right, I shouldn't have asked it was pretty obvious. I mean I heard what you said the first time. Uh.. Alright, cool.)
(Yo where the f**'s Ronan though?)
[Verse 2: Ronan a.k.a. Bad Dick]
Running and thugging in high heels
Slicing a b**h like its k** Bill
Make mountains of sh** but they molehills
How you win an Oscar with no sk**
Seven for hundred that's no deal
Your type is fairy, my type steel
Planning these shots like its DeMille
I execute it and it's ideal
Y'all know she got a body like Kim
Yo, she's topping me off at the brim
Now she taking me a little further
And now she going out on a limb
Y'all better recognize me
Y'all sitting down in the seats (you sit)
I get f**ing lit then I sit (I sit)
Stand up and I'm running these streets (that's...not sitting)
Get a peek at the thong and I'm not complaining
Ass right there and it's waiting for taking
I'm faded I'm faded I'm faded (I'm faded)
Think she can play but made it
I feel like Gray I've been painted (Dorian)
Writing sin across all of your faces
Appalled at what we created
sh**'s only real in the matrix
sh**'s always fake in real life
Pulling up with the steak knife
Sipping codeine out of spite
Y'all know I cut it with Sprite
[Outro: Ronan & John Eng-Wong]
...Dorian
Oh my God
(laughter)
Yo I can't do these adlibs Eng-Wong you gotta do the adlibs for me
[Last Word: John Farrell]
Yo this sh**'s pretty good