Bonus Room Wrecking Crew - Cam Diss II lyrics

[Intro: KC] Cam might die from this diss n***a [Intro: Pleasure P] Cam gon' cry to this sh** n***a [Verse 1: KC] KC... diabetes... f** you (Let's go) Cam diss part II and we in this b**h Run ya mouth and I'll k** a snitch Live from the Cliff with Tan and Pax And I got big ballz in my big nutsack Enough about my nuts, let's talk about the freak 3rd grade: that's when he peaked His mom, Amanda, she works at Glenn's And she s**s on my dong every now and then Sending dick pics, yeah that's Cam Posting rates all on the 'Gram Just so he can get some pics of little girls licking nips At this point it's clear Cam can't be trusted I think of him, I get disgusted Rocky Tops is his after school job, and he s**ed the tits of Gabi Cobb Bout to toss the mic to my vice commish But before I go I just got one wish Try not to s** too bad next year The fatty diss is what we all wanna hear [Verse 2: T-Dix] We ain't sneak dissin', we freak dissin' It's your vice commish so you better sit and listen A couple years ago Cam committed a felony Wayne County Nudes we know your true identity Cam is a freak and that's a fact, Jack Kalee Davis, you better watch your back Mr. Freaky Freak could strike any moment Plus he's got a mom bod if you haven't noticed Cam you're a pervert like Glenn Quagmire No one can control your s**ual desires You've lost the league twice you might as well retire Cam is Westmoreland's number one s** offender He's so out of control he'll go after either gender I just wrecked Freak this ain't no fender bender Freak it's over now so please just surrender T-Dix on the Cam diss and just went HAM The freaks come out at night so go back to bed, Cam [Verse 3: Big Hinch] Yo, it's Big Hinch on the diss Cam you smell like moldy Swiss But let's move on to something new Do you even use shampoo? Honestly this is overdue You'll be a virgin til you're 92 But Cam I think it's really sad You'll be that ugly deadbeat dad I'm really sorry for this man But your skin is whiter than the Ku Klux Klan Hold up, that was kind of harsh But you look like a creature from the marsh Your fantasy sk**s are so lukewarm You look like an alien life form It's time for me to hop on off I hope your son dies of whooping cough [Verse 4: Pleasure P] Uhh, uhh, f** Brett It's the champ here and I'm back again Big head, long arms, looks like an alien It's the Cam diss and I'm here to be raw His Snapchat game makes the 12 year olds crawl In Valley Courts, you might make a steal But not in baseball, you'll never see the field Your stench, it makes me want to hurl Too bad your best friend stole your girl Cam, you have a speech disorder Your lifelong job: "Can I take your order" I wanna ask you if Taylor Perdue spit But, oh wait, she left you for Casper Dick After you murk yourself please lend us your will Now go get your haircut like Dr. Phil [Outro: Dr. Grae] This has been a BeatsByGrae Production Skrtttt Skrtttt Muhfuhhhh (Muffled Laughter)