Wes Blak - Common Past (Tyler, the Creator Diss) lyrics

[Intro] You know I really thought Tyler would be a man about this situation but Evidently that doesn't run in his family They run in his family Now run you b**h [Verse 1] Tell the people I'm a poser and an impostor But the real truth is I'm better than your whole roster Going harder Recording in the closet of mi casa Got your noodles steamin Now I'm bout to throw 'em like pasta, watch it Stick to the wall Like my legs to my balls Now tell me how does it feel getting outdone on your own song Call an ambulance You faker than a can of spam You, might want to find Earl if you want to stand a chance He ain't hotter He just hidin in a closet And you sensitive about it Cause he's scared of being honest Unlike you Cause you Tyler, already came out And I'm comin up like jackin off while I'm sittin down You's a clown looking like a Bozo mixed with Dumbo f**in with me is a no no Messin up my tumble You're all hype, overrated Lyrics seem so so You talk too much man But ironically you's a dumb ho You can fool the fans But n***a there ain't no foolin me You's a b**h and you're about to get a hysterectomy History,if you testin me And you're nowhere near or next me I know you're feelin me Words covered with Trojan Ecstacy an*lly raped, taped for the publics ear You've been doin it since 7 I've been doin it since last year Half ears what's he see, I see your heart beating You really look like an ethiopian since you stopped eating But how does the food taste, I mean since you're an avid eater Oh you haven't tried it? Well guess what? They haven't either And you didn't really eat that roach But you eat co*ks forreal And you really didn't hang yourself But I hang you forreal, your career that is Do you, hear that sh** It's the, sound of d**h Your heart works, near that sh** I mean how far you really think you're going sayin f** Jesus When he the one that like one third of the world believes in The reason why I diss you is simple Because your instrumental was Coincidentally made for you to be belittled And Tyler, the Creator how bout I take a crater And put it to your face, Now grind that skater Leave a crater You're darker than darth vader But just a smudge taller I got some disturbing news Sorry I am your father I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you was little But when I saw you I thought your mom cheated with a pitbull, its cool How I diabolically disembody anybody sh**tin on your body, turn your body into a porta potty Who the f** knows, its cold man You can go ask Ronnie Have your mom in weird positions like I'm teaching her pilates You ain't even that lyrical Your hypes over swearin And your lack of respect for parents It's apparent, your lack of a parent You fake a** Wood Harris But I'm the one above the rim You're anorexic as it is But you hangin by a lim Being Frank I'll leave you stranded in the Ocean Probably should've used your Left Brain before approaching Your fans give you Domo Like you're the genre's genesis But you ain't creating sh** it's a cycle Period, b**h Now go get a new Inhaler