FreeJC - Red December lyrics

[FreeJC] Ignorant as f** son, where do you come from Actin' like we give a f** when you can't even get one RedMasta bends over and takes my lyrical rape Boy, you a bigger monkey that editor we call Ape White little RedMasta, so really you're pink And I'm high off that good, but my sh** don't stink Red, this is the part where you cower in fear Frozen in my headlights, I'll take you out like a deer Burning my trees and I'll burn your sh** down too Bambi looks like the Hulk when compared to you MurdaTeam copied the swag of that Money$Team crew I'm a giant looking down on your Smurf a**, Blue f** I meant to say Red, but said blue instead I messed up once and now you'll probly start a thread Trying to get some pub 'bout how I'm f**ed in the head But you only catch thumbs down, must be why they call you Red You wish you had that green, like me and my mean team Money$Team's flows stream like Heems', Bentleys and Beams Dreaming TG or me would call you up screaming those things But only b**hes dream about the day they get with the kings How do I put this nicely, get off of my dick I'll try to say this politely, you're making me sick You tried telling me that Common threw some shots at Drake That's sweet, but sense is what your argument didn't make Next you'll try telling me this is a diss towards Ape Because I dropped his name once, you Red b**h c*nt See you nothing to me, Red, you just fruity like runts What I make in a day, you'll never make in months JC is awesome, flossin', boy you lost in Austin Your career's a dead possum, that towel should be tossed in You gonna say sh** about State? You better back off Son, you jealous, you wish you were the one gettin jacked off You playing with other boys balls and sticks, thats a lax off I'm a vet in the game, dog you're neutered, hacked off I'm sick, you make me throw up, cold like my nose runny RedMasta planted on Wack Miller's dick like a honey So, child, before you cross another line tryna to be funny I'll Corleone your white a**, we ain't talkin' bout Sonny Dropped a bomb on your sh**, you can call me Van Wernher I suggest you click where it says "log out" in the corner And go back to being wack and chilling on Ep**ner And we can end this before it involves the coroner