[Intro]
This motherffer man
Giving me an excuse to come back
I’m doin this once, yeah
Yeah, f middy mid
[Verse]
Another clout chaser runs his mouth, (F middy mid)
Noone knew ur name until now, (Word)
This the most fame u’ll come about, ur underground
Cos ur s*** dirt, we ain’t making up, Fin clown, (make up)
This the first time u’ve been on the mic?
Stick to writing fanfics of games (nerd), take a hike
‘Cause my s*** will get twice as many views as u, (views)
Bout to f him up rough, without using the lube (No Vaseline)
Call my hitlist a wishlist (why?), cos it’s christmas
So kid don’t interfere with my business
And I don’t mean the playground equipment
When I say if u push me, I’ll come at u swingin, (Oh s***)
This man puts a s***ass hook on his diss track
Here’s a hook to the face if u try and diss this rap (Hook)
U have no hindsight cos u don’t see, u kiss ass (Hind sight)
This was u one shot and man u missed that
U dream bout how many CDs I’m selling
But when u close ur eyes, u see Ds, I’m betting (See D’s)
Call my pencil lead cos the s*** kills everyone (bullets)
You tripping if you think your gangster, you jus fell on (felon)
The ground, I got u tongue tied, like ur man bun, (Tied up)
U call that rage? (Lil b****) It’s a tantrum, (It’s a tantrum)
Discord mod looking ass, get this man a razor
Neckbeard grows so fast, it won’t grow with laser
Imna call u Stain ‘cause imma wipe u out
And tonight we joust, we’ll ffing fight for our
Right on the mic, but man u’ll hide and cower
Cos u don’t write on the mic, u better write that down (Oh s***)
I know nothing bout u cos ur irrelevant
Claim ur christain cos ur unintentionally celibate, (Damn)
Ur a Sonic stan, so I bet u finish quick
Playing Smash Bros, u didn’t pass any dicks, (smash or pass)
MotherFer, how u gonna, say u wanna
Take another, shot at me, I hate to bother
U but brother, if u do that, u will suffer
Like ur lover, who u smothered, with ur blubber
Oh s***, u didn’t expect me to go
So deep, yeah b**** I’ll make sure u get
No sleep, unlike u I ffin
Wrote this, and this some dope s***, u hopeless
Who u gonna call after u spit this s***?
Ghostwriters that’s right, get ‘em to spit ur s***
Cos I seen u with ‘em tryna deal with my diss
Give ur writers a raise, that’s how u lift spirits, (Double entendre)
Straight outta the burbs, and he thinks he’s from the streets
He’ll get what he deserves when he beefs with BDE
This nerd spends his time studying english all week
But still he hasn’t learnt to write s***, ur diss was weak
I rap and make cash, u make nothing (Make nothign)
Ur fat and ur clapped, u hate money (Hate money)
I’m packing my gat, I stay gunning (I stay gunning)
Stay foolish man, u’ll stay hungry (Check ur bio)
On the path of attack, and they running
He shat on his track, he ain’t nothing
My plan is to smash, this lame dummy
I got F.A.T. and he’s strapped, he’ll break up s*** (F.A.T.)
Bout to lynch this one inch walking ‘L’
With the gang that’s straight brought from hell
So jus give me a chance to storytell
Everything u owe to me, ignore the smell (Odour)
Bet ur listening to this, pissing urself
Middy needs help, he didn’t expect, me to
Kill him like this, I’m spittin this s***
Like u did on a dick, u ain’t winning u b****
U won’t ever be the level the members of B.D.E. are
This rebel think’s he’s special and wants to wrestle, think’s he’s hard
He stepping and threatening to wreck our set up, disregard
His strength, the only chest press he’s doing is with these bars, (Get it?)
Only thing you’ll ever ride is yoshi’s back
And both of us got big with a rap
Mine was Twisted Fantasy, that slaps
Yours was a deep fried chicken wrap, oh damn
Yeah I’ll finish with him in a minute
When I heard mid was dissin’ I was livid
He’s takin pictures a thinks that he’s a winner
Eatin’ them easter biscuits for dinner
Ur the kinda guy that idolises Mario
U hook up the wii and call that ur cardio
Plug that s*** in and listen to the audio
As close to being tough as Sydney is from Ontario
The only drugs u’ve taken are the powerup shrooms
Only girl u’ve got is Princess Peach, fool
Claim u got no R-rated s*** on ur browser, (Take it out)
That’s why u like bowser, u got nothing in ur trousers
Ur girl a con artist, u think I’m wrong, nah kid (Cons)
Play her this song, and sing along, F MID (F midstain)
Middy middy middy, u can’t even hit the griddy
She with u outta pity, u’ll never mouth a titty, (Oh!)
Ur track record, u just stained it (stained it )
I rap better, unlike ur fake s*** (fake s***)
U lack attention so ur a hater
U better be wrapped in kevlar, all i can say is-
[Outro]
F middy mid
F middy mid (Yeah sing it)
F middy mid (F that boy)
F middy mid (F midstain)
