Picante - Banana Corpse lyrics

[Intro: Xx-Finesse-Kid] Yeah yall already know who it is, man Its Xx-Finesse- Kid a.k.a One Take Drake a.k.a Bum God But hold up though y'all came for Banana Corp diss track So guess what we got you We boutta' drop some hot fire You already know Let's get it [Verse 1: Xx-Finesse-Kid] All y'all n***as trash Tracks dumb as Patrick (Patrick) Gotta roast y'all someone hold my gla**es (Metro) Rap game weak it flow like mola**es All y'all ugly it truly is tragic (Tragic) I'll lick your toes clean just like my side chick Trappin out my attic Balling like I'm [?] Snapping like a snapback Hitting you with that clap back f** around and I'll have to pull my trap out Got no money, got no gas Hold up favorite thing to eat Yeah, sweaty Haber a** (f*ggot) Mmm, yeah with extra jam Pull up anytime if you wanna throw hands (goddamn) b**h eat my shmeat f** around and get this D Cuz' I always had small shmeat And it still gon' lick my D Struggle Studios are the only true OG's And don't you upload no music video We just gon' take the beat from it [Verse 2: Shooter Starz] Yuh okay Banana Corp You all should teleport away from me Everybody on my dick, not surprised if you're gay for me I'm the goat I gotta float above your trash raps You can't bounce back from this diss track You all got little baby dicks And I'm crazy sh** I'm maybe even more Spill your blood on the floor Well maybe not that far Skrt skrt skrt nascar Dougla** your rhymes are more garbage than Tony's videos You claim u got puns, yeah, but no one's getting those Trey you're gay u prollu best go start retiring But u pussies won't respond even though we're firing Struggle studios, we the best a** eaters I beat you babies aren't even meat beaters Yeah, Mikey la train is a huge mess All his rhymes are just a train wreck Ur a** when it comes to all your rhymes I do'nt gotta gun and i can blow your mind Jason, you can barely work a camera And your rappers are faker than Hannah Montanna Hannah Montana, Hannah Montanna Yeah, Tony u can't talk sh** u got an asian dick So what I'm a dirty n***a spick So what that I cannot spit A good rhyme if my life depended on it My sh** is better than your sonnets Super sonic shooter cosmic Shooter Starz spitting bars Batman you're a dead man If you ever try to diss me You'll piss me off I could just cough and its better than all your sh** My part is too long so now I'm ending it Oh yiggity yeah Teezy, Teezy [Verse 3: Picante] Sitting in here thinking what should I rap But I still ain't gay enough to write my sh** 'cuz I got a fat You guys take it so serious Every time I listen to your music it makes me delirious You guys are so much a** So much a** I'd rather be sitting in English cla** [Outro: Shooter Starz] Aight Banana Corp we tired of you guys f**ing with us bro We the rap group of PTC forreal, bruh Bum God, Picante, Shooter f**ing Starz, bruh More coming soon Struggle Studios for life bruh Don't ever diss us again Don't ever talk out the side of your neck, bruh Whoo, acting like we ain;t about that life forreal Ah'