Wu-Pac - The Purge lyrics

[Intro: Chef sample] I got my own team, this Chef side, the high tide A coalition of all-stars targeting those who lied I'm not well liked? I got more in my corner than Toronto Back off motherf**er, pronto [Verse 1: Kev-CUE] Y'all actors well I'm bouta give y'all the Cue I donkey f**ed the game but cuffed her, didn't you? Who y'all frontin on? We don't even know you Assa**in J, that goes out to both of you I'm :jordanlaff:‘in at your a**es comin' at Chef Y'all jumped on the bandwagon, how many disses y'all have left? The Deevil's Advocate, more like The Dick Advocate Y'all some broke bois, cheese only at my bank account Call that sh** margarita, where y'all dead bodies are found? My 9 millimeter, co*ked that sh** and went blaow You're lil b**h I greet her, my dick all up in her mouth Lil mamacita, showed her what some real ones are bout I'm bout to turn y'all to veggies, y'all keep runnin' your mouth Guaranteed y'all run away if sh** goes south [Verse 2: Open Mike Aguila] Your eensy, weensy dick, it tiny like a Weedle I'm regal or slick like Evel Knievel b**h, I'll trump you like Mike Pence Your trash ain't worth five cents My Bugatti, fly Moscatt-y and salami, all high-end Emp [Verse 3: Wu-Pac] Jonathan? Maaan, what's wrong with him MarriedToTheGame get back on the dick of Slim Cause your thread game went from weak to wack I heard your track, JC what kind of diss was that? You went from being nobody to being f**ing weird I'm a father to you fools despite shaving my beard [Verse 4: Metaphors] I got a 90s fro and a 90s flow I got a 90s dick for a 90s ho I got 90 shots for a 90s hater I got 90 women cause I'm a 90s player You gettin' 90 bullets aimed at your head You mess with my team and the worms gettin' fed Laid out on the floor is where you'll be Don't come around town unless you wanna bleed You got a new girl but she got some old knees She always on all fours aimin' to please I don't mess with coke but I love the trees If you tryna sell then take out the seeds Diss me and you'll never hear a reply A response from me is a Columbian necktie You and all your homies can die slow I'm more than a negro, I'm a hero You a zero and a loser Beggars can't be choosers Your new girl is my old one I bust that nut and I was done son Quick to have you dyin', leave some mothers cryin' That's the way we roll and the way we fly I hope your funeral is lit, while we sittin' here gettin' high [Verse 5: Onemanband] A lot of nobodies jumping in to reap the benefits Dissin' us in our sleep while thinking we're gettin' sick of it You can keep your apologies, my biology's limitless Viciousness in my veins remains unexplainably endless when b**hes from Jay's team believe they can proceed to end us with Whack bars from try hards with elementary temperaments They're losing self esteem, their future ain't how they envisioned it Who needs production when the voice in your head is my instrument? [Verse 6: Gabbles] An a**a**in making up things just because it works better with his rhyme? Saying I don't make sense, at least I don't come up with some sh** to get my shine Carrying your team, must be tense; Releasing so much disses not even worth a dime Well stay behind the fence, know your place cause Young Gabbles in his prime MarriedToTheLame out here thinking he and JC ended my career Said it earlier and I'll say it again, you two are obviously queer Why am I on this cypher if my end was really that near? Just like JC, get out of here since you don't want to be involved in all the sh** I stir Y'all even got this nobody praying to have his name mentioned in my songs Even asking why I didn't when his name isn't dropped at all Probably touching himself to the sound of his name rolling of our tongues Wanting to be beat around the bush like a beach ball [Verse 7: ALLCAPSification] Not long is how long that this rhyme took me With the deep ba** and ba** kicks like Bruce Lee Who sees the complete irrelevance of all involved? All of us do, that's why it's ten of us against you few So what you gonna do when we roll up on you? Hit you with both barrels in this joke of a feud Put two and two together and I'm talking about you JC, Jonathan, and Game can go s** a dick or two f** IQ, all I need is some tea and my .22 So f** your feuds and your families I'm out to make some enemies I'mma kick your a** out of the game like a tenant, see [Verse 8: Khroam] Aye skurt skurt Yung K with the work Ain't married to the game but your b**h married to this dick p**y a** bois y'all on some fu sh** f** with the gang gon' get your moms hit Ayo Jonathan catch this johnson that I'm launchin' Your b**h p**y I got lost in Her discharge was caustic Bruh bruh just forfeit Gang deep like horse sh** [Verse 9: Zade] It's like thirty tracks in and you f*ggots are still at it Either you're addicts or you're some crazy Relapse sh** I've probably said this already, but y'all can go to hell Y'all the black knight from Monty Python's Holy Grail Jonathan jumping in now with the sh**ty reViews Wack as the track you didn't title, your team doesn't feel you Then there's JC, this motherf**er won't die neither Took him nine tracks to give in, that's excluding his features Some washed up HipHopHead Devastated himself drastically Not ethering Deevil though cause he still fam to me As for MarriedToTheGame, you really need serious help Used cancerous Canibus lines twice, you bleeding from the welts You know I genuinely feel bad for these left for dead rejects Even Jay disowned you as soon as he read the disses from Team Chef We roasted you, served you, cleaned up the plates It's time to throw away the remains and debunk your claims Chef! [Verse 10: Chef] People get involved in sh** that's none of their business Its senseless but I'm relentless, show you what rekt is Rekt is JC after he drops 9 cookie cutter tracks Rekt is Game after I never messaged him back Ignore his PM while I call up the coalition Eat a dick JC, I own that f**ing kitchen I'm Gordon Ramsay and this my RG family Burying Game alive cause he can't stand me You claiming I got people fighting my wars? Then what were you doing settling Jay's scores? I called in the squad cause you f**s got involved The beef has evolved, and its still unresolved I got motherf**ers asking me how blade's taste When I never even called em out in the first place Devastated his team defeated, c'mon let's repeat it Ma**acre all you f**s again if you really need it Jon stay away, the beef is getting overcooked Team Toronto's f**ed, I think they've had enough Meanwhile I got advocates to murder false devils I'll call in more shooters, man get on my level Apparently my disses ain't direct and I tend to ramble Well now look motherf**er who's in shambles [Outro: YoungToronto] M.A.D.D Squad stay goat