[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)