Dizzy Wright - Free Meal (Horsesh** Gang Diss) lyrics

[Intro: Hopsin] Horsesh** Gang is amateurs For real, like from a real artist's perspective they are f**ing amateurs They have no idea what they're doing They just rap fast and think it's dope [Verse 1: Hopsin] You're now about to feel the wrath of Hopsin, Dizzy Wright and Benton Your careers was ended the moment that I was mentioned This rap sh** is my religion Sorry Crooked I but sending Horsesh** in to diss us wasn't a wise decision It's a setback for sure Not only on they weak careers but it's a setback on yours So step back, endure the rain, the suffer and pain You want a problem? Here's a d**h match, it's war f** Horsesh** Gang they straight lame, all four s** I put 500k on this battle, you put yours up? You poor bums couldn't afford a sweater from Nordstrom's After this sh** is finished, n***as better reward us My girl's 'gram has more likes than yours does How does it feel to have never been on a tour bus? It's probably similar to alcohol on a sore cut You n***as s**; in other words n***as, you're f**ed You really thought we wouldn't stop you? Please f** you mean? We'll puncture you and watch you bleed See I patrol the game daily like the cops do streets I'm too beast, n***as we will rock you; Queen For real, it's like your buzz is invisible, dang You don't even have residuals, game From your predictable lane Your song s**s so you ain't getting no fame Nobody even knows you n***a's individual names [Verse 2: Jarren Benton] Y'all done stepped in some horse sh** I'll turn you horseshoe n***as to corpses For a dollar and a snack I bet they blow a horse dick I ain't want to murk them but f** it, you n***as pushed me I'd let you f** my wife but I'm sorry, she don't like p**y I'm bending corners, let you broke n***as ride along What bunch of f**ing gangsters, but they can't afford a firearm I know you need guap, take a moment to breathe Doc Bet they do the drive-by on a bike with a slingshot Y'all basic, lookin' like you need bathing Call me cause my grandmama got room in the basement You could never sh** on me, you should lend your b**h to me We stock you up with canned goods and give you free publicity 500K but we doin' this one for charity Stackin' bread like I'm Sara Lee, you should be very scared of me Fire marshall build, you f*ggots can get extinguished On Sway lookin' like some broke R&B singers What you? Ron, Bobby, Ricky and Mike? Must be smokin' that hard and sniffin' that white See this rap sh** ain't workin', you n***as should get a f**in' job Nah seriously, n***as get a f**in' job I feel bad for any man that can't afford a meal Tell Mike Trampe to learn how to count a half a mil' (What about that half a million though? Ah listen man, I'm already workin' on it, I got about 225 right now, Sway, so we can come up with the other 225, we're ready to go) Houston to Horsesh**, come back down to Earth Ain't you n***as in your 40s like this rappin' gon' work? Aye your b**h said she tired of hearin' them lame rap dreams Pay a bill, n***a, sh** is not happening Damn, homie In high school you was the man, homie f** happened to you? b**h I'm back in the booth and I'm spittin' it for the homeless Serial k**er, I murder all my opponents Let me break it down, don't think you n***as gon' make it You got a better chance at gettin' hit by a spaceship But I'ma pray for 'em, dear Lord, please bless the bum n***as I know they're starvin', please help 'em out with a lunch, would you? Drop 'em all, linoleum, who ga**ed 'em like petroleum? Get murked by me, Dizz and that n***a from Nickelodeon Dame said he hirin', we need some custodians I bet your label f** you in the a** with no petroleum Mr. Benton, I'll abort you lames Can somebody spare some change for the Horseshoe G.A.N.G.? b**h [Interlude: Jarren Benton + Dizzy Wright] Look man, I didn't wanna do it to y'all n***as, man I liked y'all n***as, you know what I'm sayin'? But goddamn, y'all pushed us, man We didn't even call your name We know y'all n***as ain't got money Your goddamn Motown, Philly, suit wearin' a** n***a Old goddamn Boyz II Men lookin' n***a MC Brain, goddamn tied shirt wearin' a** n***a Old goddamn r&b singer lookin' mothaf**as Man, aye f** this sh**, Dizzy You n***as done f**ed up I'ma light the dizzy, OG I'ma let my lil' n***a get you Bad career move, n***a I ain't even wastin' no time, we got canned goods, n***a We gon' help feed y'all n***as Let's go! [Verse 3: Dizzy Wright] So you the f** n***as that want it first My stomach hurts so somebody finna get sh**ted on My vision long and I coulda seen this from a mile away You n***as is endin' your careers, we comin' up out the gate Now you can't escape, the nerve of this man I'm El Chapo sendin' these Donald Trumps their surgery plans Emergency land You can tell we the current demand Y'all ain't hungry, you b**hes thirsty, here's a courtesy can You n***as obviously not hungry enough, it's tough to see it So how can you believe a crooked eye certainly can? Yo f** a Horsesh** Gang., this a burglary We studied n***as thoroughly and I promise y'all won't make it this far Let me purge, you p**y n***as shoulda just stayed in the car I'm breakin' laws, jaws 'til faces get taken apart I'm appalled, you f**boys done stepped out of your league Y'all ain't makin' no moves so it's awkward you wanna battle with speed Now what the game need? Not another offbrand Shady group Half a mil'? Y'all label got you out here eatin' baby food f** it, now I'm your necks, y'all borin' so you're formin' Formulatin' checks, I heard the diss, but ain't nobody take the bet We crowded around the mic, playin' games with your life All four of y'all sound alike, we blowin' up like dynamite n***a that's a high explosion We gettin' booked for the same shows that y'all was tryna open Homie knowin' that I'm flowin' Stop it with the foolishness, middle finger up I'm screamin' f** your group of duplicates I'm on my King Kunta sh** Ready for the battle, Shady n***a better skidaddle You're in someone else's shadow, guarantee this make 'em fragile Cause I'm an active activist Y'all got a platform with no fan base No hate but how mothaf**in' sad is this? How's this happenin', aren't you n***as concerned Y'all sound like every f**in' fast rapper that I've ever heard But I ain't mad at all, I checked out y'all catalog Haters of the trap music but signed a deal with a trap involved I'm just a n***a that tatted over his battle scars You n***as fallin' off so you don't got no room to call nobody soft You not the coldest You tight, but sh**, my tight is claustrophobic You don't know it, 'til the side effects show you can't control it Now it's in the open, all this for promotion Y'all elevator goin' down and everybody knows it According to the lie detect, who gon' sign the check? Y'all better hit the streets Ask your label and they look at y'all n***as in disbelief Y'all better stick to kissin' feet 'fore I crack your grill I hate a b**h n***a that'll settle for a Happy Meal Have your b**h attracted to the daddy sk**s Pa** it on but I crashed into 'em with the caddy steel f** these n***as We already won, onto the next round Y'all stagnant, already paralized from the neck down Tryna battle us with the tech style Why try n***a? Bodied by the high n***a Didn't know I was battlin' the do or die n***as f** Horsesh** G.A.N.G. in 20-15, n***a Yeah y'all buried alive already, f** y'all Sleep in your casket tonight, n***a Don't step out of your league no more, n***a Get some fans before you try to get in a rap battle, f**boy FV 20-15, n***a