Eaglenz - Beyond The Grave lyrics

[Intro] Look man... They think they got us down With sh** like... Calling Balaa a clown ...But let's remember You sissies were scared of clowns not too long ago (haha) [Verse] Now before we kick it off, it's time for some an*lysis This "Don" got so many aliases it's like he wants an orgy with the ma**es Imma do this who*e a favour, give him the flavor of d**h So when I release this comeback, he'll be hanging with 2Pac You and Zeezus got so many names, so lame, if you laid them all down You'd get a longer verse than all that crap you found (haha) We wrote our verses solo, in one take, meanwhile you f**ing snakes Needed a debate on what to say, how to cuss, how to diss And I'm starting to mistake this miss, cherry pie, for someone high (why?) 'Cause she be writing slow even with her bros helping her do those I wonder why she buys clothes, everybody knows her job don't need those And if you wonder why I didn't capitalize your name, b**h Your caps have already been circumcised on our first diss, and lemme teach This f**ing leech Don how to reach for a gun so you can shoot your own dome But that's not needed, you're already suicidal becoming our rival This f**ing guy can't decide if he's black or white He's just wack and light weight, you lack weight on any bars you make Just wordplay? b**h come just say some truth for once (hey!) I never saw much difference between you and '14 Don It's like comparing tracks from Encore, both bore me Now you who*es want war, when all you got are those bars? You b**hes were bragging all the time, everywhere every line So while I was reading that sh** I even forgot it's a diss And Zeez, you got murdered twice, not just by our guys Cherry Pie took your entire spotlight, and she didn't even write before But wait, perhaps someone ghost wrote that load of feces Can't even tell the weakest disses, made by these b**hes Rolly's verse, one of his worst ever done - b**h stick to the control panel! If this was a ghetto you'd be the first to take metal If you had a good mental you'd just be beholding this beef Now I gotta be the thief who stole your only chance of a hit You think you pack heat? You couldn't do that if you was a microwave Now I gotta take the E from you and make you my slave Bet you didn't get that wordplay, so I'll make a Genius page Just to explain how you got slain, your brains are mary jane You got nothing in theym, my lyricism is on a level you can't even label So with that on the table, I just showed I was able to break your wordplay fable You're all Taggable, a bunch o' easy targets And as my bar gets hotter you b**hes get shot Like the kids from the song by Foster the People Don says he's a triple agent, b**h is just triple racial And don't say this is a racist statement, that b**h is white and saying the n-word Yeah I'm a bird, that's why I'm flipping on you Cherry had her verse ghost written, either that or your style is bitten It makes sense those children have ghost verses, they were dead As soon as Balaa posted that thread, but how can you die If you guys got no life? That has to be how you survive The Dutch girl's job as licking dog knot doesn't count Shut the f** up you s*ut, you lost before the first round So what if I'm dissing the Miss Rager? Guaranteed I can get 4 pages of you ragin' 'Cause you act like no f**s given but you were livin' so pissed When I released a single joke, now ya deceased, muah, rest in peace And even though I k**ed Zeezus, is 14 his IQ or his age? You just wanna ban me cause I left ya with Band-Aids You don't even get laid with Don putting you on the bed The only Italian 'bout this Don is he make us a pizza That's the only baking he do, f**ing fake a** j** I could make twice as many bars and not be as tired as you And I'm not even a native english speaker But I'm more of a lexicomane than you man You can't match my adroitedness like you do a cigarette You b**hes done brunette, brown hair 'cause you got crap on your head I got more rap on this thread than you got rep with the feds Bet your a** says this is a weak diss 'cause you didn't understand A single play I'm makin' on words, I shatter your worlds And your eyesight is blurred, f**in' nerds The easiest enemy is the one who doesn't reckon they're already gone This was fun, but you didn't run, so now it's too late Now you four are beyond the grave