[Intro: Xx-Finesse-Kid]
Yeah yall already know who it is, man
Its Xx-Finesse- Kid a.k.a One Take Drake a.k.a Bum God
But hold up though y'all came for Banana Corp diss track
So guess what we got you
We boutta' drop some hot fire
You already know
Let's get it
[Verse 1: Xx-Finesse-Kid]
All y'all n***as trash
Tracks dumb as Patrick (Patrick)
Gotta roast y'all someone hold my gla**es (Metro)
Rap game weak it flow like mola**es
All y'all ugly it truly is tragic (Tragic)
I'll lick your toes clean just like my side chick
Trappin out my attic
Balling like I'm [?]
Snapping like a snapback
Hitting you with that clap back
f** around and I'll have to pull my trap out
Got no money, got no gas
Hold up favorite thing to eat
Yeah, sweaty Haber a** (f*ggot)
Mmm, yeah with extra jam
Pull up anytime if you wanna throw hands (goddamn)
b**h eat my shmeat f** around and get this D
Cuz' I always had small shmeat
And it still gon' lick my D
Struggle Studios are the only true OG's
And don't you upload no music video
We just gon' take the beat from it
[Verse 2: Shooter Starz]
Yuh okay Banana Corp
You all should teleport away from me
Everybody on my dick, not surprised if you're gay for me
I'm the goat I gotta float above your trash raps
You can't bounce back from this diss track
You all got little baby dicks
And I'm crazy sh**
I'm maybe even more
Spill your blood on the floor
Well maybe not that far
Skrt skrt skrt nascar
Dougla** your rhymes are more garbage than Tony's videos
You claim u got puns, yeah, but no one's getting those
Trey you're gay u prollu best go start retiring
But u pussies won't respond even though we're firing
Struggle studios, we the best a** eaters
I beat you babies aren't even meat beaters
Yeah, Mikey la train is a huge mess
All his rhymes are just a train wreck
Ur a** when it comes to all your rhymes
I do'nt gotta gun and i can blow your mind
Jason, you can barely work a camera
And your rappers are faker than Hannah Montanna
Hannah Montana, Hannah Montanna
Yeah, Tony u can't talk sh** u got an asian dick
So what I'm a dirty n***a spick
So what that I cannot spit
A good rhyme if my life depended on it
My sh** is better than your sonnets
Super sonic shooter cosmic
Shooter Starz spitting bars
Batman you're a dead man
If you ever try to diss me
You'll piss me off
I could just cough and its better than all your sh**
My part is too long so now I'm ending it
Oh yiggity yeah
Teezy, Teezy
[Verse 3: Picante]
Sitting in here thinking what should I rap
But I still ain't gay enough to write my sh** 'cuz I got a fat
You guys take it so serious
Every time I listen to your music it makes me delirious
You guys are so much a**
So much a** I'd rather be sitting in English cla**
[Outro: Shooter Starz]
Aight Banana Corp we tired of you guys f**ing with us bro
We the rap group of PTC forreal, bruh
Bum God, Picante, Shooter f**ing Starz, bruh
More coming soon
Struggle Studios for life bruh
Don't ever diss us again
Don't ever talk out the side of your neck, bruh
Whoo, acting like we ain;t about that life forreal
Ah'