Suga Shaha - d**h of a Prophet lyrics

[Verse 1: Plan D] I'd start it off straight but yungh prophet you're just f**ing gay Your voice is like you have downs and everyone knows it “I'll take over the game as the first retarded poet" Your efforts to rhyme are worse than harrisons whip There's no place in canada for a belfast crip Look at you you're more of a belfast b**h Only girl you got with looks like a god damn witch Words of mike D: you're whipping down Granville street Beating your meat? Only b**h is mom in the driver seat You say I'm sneaking on komad That wasn't even that bad Compared to what I don't get caught doing Steal so much I have every company suing You couldn't get away with stealing a dollar Let alone sell d**, next time give me a holler You lit off fireworks thinking you're a baller Got arrested on Halloween you're tied up by collar Athletically unfit Play soccer On PlayStation no I wouldn't count it A prophet's messenger from God But I don't remember sending anybody except arod Exiled I say your rap is forsaken Flow so smooth I leave you b**hes salivating I'm mistaken I thought you were a girl Long ginger hair made me want to hurl (ugh) Speaking on family let's talk about a foreigner Connor kelly gorman never should've let him cross the border Stop talking smack or I'll make your one fan a mourner Now why don't you run back to Fin's soccer boot corner [Verse 2: MC Tadpole] See Yung Prophet be lying on his diss track Cla**ic for his fraud a** to be talking such smack Addicted to Adderall? I shoot down the claims collateral Rapping IBRAHIM like you some ISIS radical Addicted to the wealth can't stop living the high life You can't get any b**hes even when they say they got no type Say my belt is fake, sounds like you can relate Sit your a** down boy we bout to seal yo fate Got incest blood running through yo veins Cousin f**ing his sister so insane Big bird looking f**er, of course your paths the same Know you'll die alone, just sad you won't get laid Yungh what bout your other lookalikes Wearing fake brands look like napoleon dynamite Calling out the gamo, don't be a hypocrite See you in your closet fronting so hard like Chat sh** to me, get banged? Oh the irony Got Granville Street locked down huh, oh the tyranny Tell me when a b**h says to you get inside of me Stupid as f** don't know your ABCs Not a g in fact you ain't even a real MC Yung prophet sound like suburban white boy all ova Grinding hard staring down kids in your corolla Dreaming bout the day you cruise in a range rover Push you down, no knees gonna make you fall over You wanted the reply, said I was taking too long? What you gonna do when I show up, motherf**er. DING DONG Here I am, couldn't wait to get you back But had to wait cuz you too busy hauling crack Where's the heat I'm wondering is it there? Ah of course it's hidden underneath the stairs [Verse 3: Suga Shaha] Thanks for not using my beat this time Now I can go sleep with a piece of mind You wanted beef? That's fine Cause now you deep inside And there ain't no getting out 'til we squeeze ya spine It's feeding time It's feeding time Yungh Prophet, I'ma be honest, your career, you just f**in bombed it Flow so dry, cinnamon challenge, Belfast Crips, wannabe bandits Telling me I can't make a beat? Telling me I can't write a sheet? Telling me I can't rap or speak? Then why the f** did you have to steal? Flow so real like a seminar riser Your only goals are materializing Say 2 months but it's been 2 weeks Misinformation I critique I really think you don't deserve to breathe Jump off a building the highest peak Long haired man with his soccer cleats More lame rapper's the game don't need Self-named master in the soccer leagues Go back to FIFA on yo PS3 Real rap shots are harder to save So save yourself and get away And another day, you can think about, the mistakes you made, like a fisherman Without a trout, without a doubt, your ginger mouth, will cause a drought Everything you say, straight out ya a** hole Everybody hates Straight Out The Bando Got more shots I don't run my ammo You picked the wrong muthaf**a to aggro! f** with the team Plan D & Tadpole We gon diminish u to a nano They hear my flow and they thinkin bravo Then hear Prophet and they thinkin craploads Every Prophet got a prophecy Yours is f**ing clear it reads f** off or be history You won't even get a piece of me! You about as clear as orange juice The beat is still destroying you! Let me guess, you stole that too? Does Cole Washbrook even know? The only girl who's tits you got Is your mom whenever you wanna flaunt A Belfast b**h with no flare I don't have to pretend cause I don't care The only thing I care about is you wrecking my very good beat Do you feel the defeat? All I do, is Demolish the boys on yo block like a warrior Make you faithless, go invest in a Torah Problem is god wouldn't ever rejoice ya I dare you to respond, but don't say I didn't warn ya...