Umru - BONUS TRACK lyrics
[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