Mickey Factz - Eye Witness (Joe Budden Diss) lyrics

[Verse 1] Light skin n***as back in his crappy feelings Ironically sh** is over a factz opinion Notice the talent and cope with the silence Drake ain’t respond and like a b**h you got emotional at it Guess its me that gotta show you the balance I was Melo til the bullsh**, weighed in, guess who rose to the challenge Fly guy sho gave my thoughts from the sideline chump And you should know the consequences of a blindside punch Why lie, the tides high, get your tye-dye trunks Ain’t been the same since wu-tang f**ed the wifi up Social media who*e, on twitter crying, n***a skyping Glad ice took ya laptop, quit the typing Ran from the ghost, no snapchat, this man wacker Drake took tahiry cookies, aubrey graham crack her Triple entendre, boy we rocking, all these options and you chose Mickey? The metaphor b hopkins? The bars keep popping, ignore these, your jaw keep dropping And give joe L’s while Ortiz watching Im Jason Vorheese boxing, tapping his pockets like he lost his car keys, watch it Boy please you can’t pa** the bar sheesh Make his soul reach Cochran Bloody glove, Gary Payton with it Goons put the beam on his eye and give em laser vision Shoulda been signed to star trek how you klingon sh** And I ain’t worried bout a fight, you only swing on chicks Battled Hollow sh** was so petty with ya ego Put the mic down, don’t tell me you was emo Ima cancer, give his whole skeleton the chemo And turn joe budden to joe pesci in casino Soul snatch, yall know factz, every flows crack Doing the same sh** since 05? Where the growth at? Wait up, the same Mickey I dont change up quick Drizzy responded at a show and upstaged yo sh** Leave you Laid up stiff, I spit straight up piff I did real songs with drake no made up sh**s Imaginary friendships One sided, loves dying Royce hated my pants but now he sending doves flying All these punches hitting ya lip, now the blood drying Bone thugs, this what it sounds like when thugs crying His fans gon say he live his life like truman show f** that, turning this sh** to the freddy krueger show Nightmare in jersey, Arsonal had you losing bro That water gun sh** ain’t nothing to a bazooka joe Hit his gums, we can do this rap sh** forever Radio, track for track n***a whatever