[Intro]
Damn
Forgot to do somethin’, let me see, uh
Oh yeah, it ain’t over motherfuckers
The motherfuckin’ saga continues
“Y’all heard of that nigga Mason? I heard he’s a fucking bitch ass Brit, nigga don’t know nothin’ but Guilty Gear.”
“I don’t know why y’all niggas even let Mason in Death Row in tha first place when y’all already knew, he was some punk bitch made muthafucka!”
“On God nigga, Masons nuthin’ but a bitch, and that’s why we boutta fuck him!”
I smell something man, aye you smell something? (I definitely smell something out here!) I smell, I smell, I smell PUSSY!
Part I
[Verse 1: Nomad and (Welfare-Samurai)]
(Mason ya British, ya got me feelin’ skittish, so you know a nigga like me ain’t with it)
Shut the fuck up twink, ya got a mommy kink, how bout you take a shower cuz nigga you really stink
(Ya don’t think cuz ya just a stupid nigga, tryna compete, like ya dick’ll get bigger, so, I figure, that ya just a little bitch, so why don’t you step the fuck back ‘fore you catch a stitch)
Yeah Mason, how ‘bout you fuckin’ kill yourself? Nigga so short, you be lookin’ like a fuckin’ elf, I’m boutta sell you on tha top shelf, label will say “Beware This Nigga Boutta Piss Himself!”
(This nigga, Mason, is built like a jar, hard to hold, and can’t see from afar, 5 foot 3, nigga can’t ya see? You’re about to plea, nigga you don’t agree, but, thinkin’, you’re, a motherfuckin’ thug, but nigga, you can guess, that you’re just like a bug, steppin’ on you, with the bottom of my shoe, wit my crew nigga, that’s what we do)
Why the fuck is your name Mason? Are you Mason from COD providin’ information? If you’re lookin’ for numbers how bout you find bigger ones to replace ya height? Nigga thinkin’ ya cool cuz you say “nigga” while being white, when you say “nigga” you sounded retarded, nigga keeps asking “Why?” don’t get me started, I hear ya all night, cuz I’m nocturnal like an owl, why do you say “nigga” if you sound like Simon Cowell?
[record scratch]
(Ah fuck man, looks like I ran out of beats to play!)
Ah damn, whatchu gon’ play now?
Part II
[Intro]
“Aye you know what nigga? You actin’ like a lil bitch right now, you actin’ real paranoid n’ shit, now these mothafuckas smoked yo got dayum cousin, in front of you nigga! Blew his head off in front of yo face! And you ain’t gon do shit? You actin’ like a lil bitch right now nigga-“
[Verse 2: Nomad and (Welfare-Samurai)]
(Cuz you’re suspicious, and I’m so vicious, this diss I drop is nutritious, it’s delicious, the fame you claim is so fictitious, you ain’t cool with the Death Row, you’re just a punk ass bitch who rhymes too slow, cuz you think, that you got tha flow, got tha flava, something every nigga should savor, but ya just a queer, so don’t you step off here)
Nigga plays Guilty Gear reppin’ the British flag, nigga did they pay you for playing like a fag? Nigga always talks about it, bitch well how ‘bout you quit? Nigga, if you love Strive so much why don’t you marry it?
Mason and Guilty Gear sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G
(Mason and Guilty Gear sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G)
[Interlude]
“Make me feeeeeel, so goooood…”
(Aye man, I think some shits about to go down tonight) *gun cock*
Ayo, I think I see that punk motherfucker right now, over there
(Aye, aye you know you won somethin’ huh?)
“Oh really what I win?”
(The wet T-Shirt contest nigga!)
*gunshots*
[Verse 3: Nomad and (Welfare-Samurai)]
Or how ‘bout ya carry it, ya motherfuckin’ name, doin’ nothin’, but bringin’ you shame, cuz all you do is play, ya motherfuckin’ game, nigga boutta end up in the hall of fame, end up, in the hall of fame for bein’ a bitch and the plaque on the wall say “Nothin’ But A Snitch”)
Nigga you’re gay, admit it, before I put a cap in yo ass while I spit it, I got a TEC-9, wit yo name on tha side, nigga, imma pull up on you with my pimped out ride, cuz I never subside, cuz I’ll come out on top when the two of us collide
[Outro]
Aye thouisthegaysiah, let’s see if those fighting games taught you anything mothafucka!
*Mason getting his ass beat by Marcel and Zeke*
(Nah bro, ya better back the fuck up and get out my face ‘fore you catch a chin check nigga)
*more punching*
“Ohhhhh!”
