[Chorus: Brick & Micro Assassin]
Johnny shot but then he missed
There’s no way you think that hits
White rapper, we call him Ritz
Like crackers he’s gonna-
Johnny rap but got no flow
Got fake J’s yeah that’s for sure
Like your songs, you’re just a joke
After this, you’ll be a ghost
[Verse 1: Micro Assassin]
John, your music's trash
No thoughts man, that's a fact (Mhm)
In the hall, you wanna dap (Oh)
But I can't be late for class
John, please stop making rap (Please)
We all know every time you cap (Yes, sir)
Never saw you with the strap
So, why you saying that I lack?
Nah, Micro Assassin, I'm packing
Calling me trash but I'm catching you lacking
Your mom is like thunder, her titties she's flashing
I'm sorry for looking but man she attractive
She looked at my weiner said dang this is massive
My hand got one purpose it's clicking and clacking
Your mouth got one purpose it's flipping and flapping
Again and again man you're slipping and slapping
Ooh
Let's go, let's go, yo
Where your girlfriend go?
You wanted this to happen, so
You know I had to go and put on a show
Woah, switching the flow man I row like a boat (Yeah)
Stop making music man hang up your coat (Yeah)
You thought that you'd diss and I'd just let it go (Elsa)
Well you must've forgotten that Micro's the goat (Baah)
And what was that moan? (Huh)
Did you just nut?
G, r, u, t, you know that spells grut (You know it)
On my knees praying, praying for what
I pull up, no playing, I'll spray at your gut (Grrr)
[Chorus: Brick & Micro Assassin]
Johnny shot but then he missed
There’s no way you think that hits
White rapper, we call him Ritz
Like crackers he’s gonna-
Johnny rap but got no flow
Got fake J’s yeah that’s for sure
Like your songs, you’re just a joke
After this, you’ll be a ghost
[Verse 2: Brick]
Your diss was embarrassing (Uh huh)
He made a song but barely (Yuh)
My bars are kerosene (Yeah)
But you don’t know what kerosene is (Stupid)
My rap doesn’t make sense then clean out your ears (Yuh)
Imbecile child had it up to here
Lies in his raps like he’s dissing the air
Thinks that I’m better but thinks it’s unfair (Aww)
Getting numbers and it’s true
Yeah, I’m telling the truth
When I say I am flexing
Only lied once changed the direction, yo
Sent a message (Huh)
Taught a lesson (Woah)
You lie a lot (Yeah)
Got a death wish (Yuh)
They don’t call me brick cause I’m solid (Why?)
It’s 'cause I had an e******
Opening doors and I clean out the closet
No getting these girls, you just come out the closet (Yuh)
I do make money if my check will deposit
You heard me twice buddy, why not hop off it? (Yeah)
I’ve given you options, but you never bought it (Nope)
If you’re really a ghost then get back in your coffin (Yuh)
I’m done with you ducking and spewing this nonsense
I’m done with you sucking, leave that to the girls in my comments
[Segue: Brick & Micro Assassin]
Yuh, King Ghost getting beat by a brick wall
King Ghost yeah we're gonna make him fall
[Verse 3: Brick]
Just kidding, yo
You know I got him real weak in the knees
Taking him out so you call me Rumpke
Call me a dog well he must be a flea
Calling me, ah calling me, ah
Calling my phone but he just heard the beep
Yo, ignore this rapper I got appetite
Diss a starter but I want a bigger bite
Bigger piece of the pie
You know Brick got a slice
I be making it big
While you just wait on the side
Claim yourself as the king
Boy you ain't got a right
Because if Brick's on a beat
You'll have to wait in the line, yuh
Fake ginger wanna come at me
If you’re gonna diss you could rap in time at least, yuh
You must think that you're the man
Must be hard for you to stand
When you got more zits than fans huh
No fans and no stacks
It’s so sad, he’s so bad
I could take a crap
And be better than your raps
I’m not gonna lie, I’ve been getting confused
When you say that you’re good are you telling the truth
If you’re better than me well then show me the proof
'Cause right now it looking like King Ghost is through, yo
You're the first rapper for sure, aye
King Ghost OG yeah no more
You’re the first who uploaded a song but
I was the first to make a good one
Yo, switch up the flow and you know that they coming at me
Wanna step up then good luck cause I will spit heat
Made a mistake when he tried to erase
All the trash in the past, it just left room for me
Not the king, I was elected
When I say Imma do it I teach you a lesson
I’ve killed every song, never an exception
Like you said you would kill those girls back in grade seven
Dissing me back to back, not having that
Not a song in between, I guess you’re obsessed
I went one, two, three then you went and dissed me
No foot on the brake, I'm not stopping
I'm not stopping
Huh, huh, huh, huh (Let's go, let's go)
Aye, aye
Johnny finna crumble when he fumbling the bag
Took a break from the music but he’s saying that he’s back
Takes one take and thinks he made a good track
But then took it down cause he realized it was trash, uh
Yuh
Yuh, cause he realized it was trash
