B-Ly & WillFake - Diss Is Me (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro : WillFake] Grab back, grab back I'ma f**ing grab back Damn cat out of backpack Y'all shouldn't know the fact that Fat man in black jacket who first use this flow's wack a** [Verse 1 : B-Ly] Knocked a bird out with two rocks of words So mark ‘em like Zuckerberg In case you ate darker co*ks**er's dirt Motherf**er's hurt in a bloods**er's world With a scalpel, flirts with a bunch of girls And a cup, like nerd who searched for a mucus Turned in his f**ing thumb and earned That I wilfully nudge his elbow and burned The nostrils, he bawled! I don't mean I did strike him off the list Cause there's still a horde of guys I have to diss Nothing more than just advice or offences But it just puts you in fight for confession Kiswinar; and tell Mario his daughter was transgender Triple genitals, jacked off in a headstand I guess all I ever wanted is to circumsize her vagina Pardon me, I'm like a creepy-crawly Cause my bars are frickin' pointy Rhymefully unsavoury Sharper than pencil leads of Faber Castell The most impudent poem that ever happens So call me devil ba*tard ‘cause I'm sure that Dorce Gamalama's f*ggot Now rap's on the fritz ‘til Young Lex overreached Mind's flexin' to the beats but they don't have s** with the lyrics Or lexical feeds Got backs from teenagers he paid for his pleasantness “Tatoos all over my chest but I never use cracks Or have addiction.” Well, I ain't drawn in the back of my position I actually smoke kids' brains, eat up a dictionary To make fun of these people Sometimes I hesitate in writing raps Cause I'm afraid that someone can't Just understand these rhymes I say Uneducated humans I'm the baddest thing since AwKarin Hip-hop and me is relationship goals for real Talk of sins? Sorry for breaking your heart But I'ma park my old car in your whole cranium That's empty! Great! And your b**bs are out of order And feelings are intolerant Me cago en la leches I can't restrain this pain in my head Due to microphone in the faeces I'm the sh**, wait a minute, I'm the best, yes Y'all think how can I say it I've murdered English Now it's time to go Spanish Then duplicate my language like Dimas Kanjeng's cashes But I can't stand these imbecile youtubers Say f**ing nonsense Jotting down text without f**ing process So the conclusion's - you're too worst “Indeed, we only have fun by spitting some real sh** Money can be made by making them laugh Til they can't feel the tummy!” Unfortunately, b**hes, you all are not funny! I need a tourniquet Covered in my head, it's in damage By hearing corny sh**s Spoken up by at least five little horny kids And what I told if I was spokesperson k**ed with no regrets Let your attorney quit Follow the Rich Chigga's style Though he's a b**hy girl My God, look! Gbrand's dancin' to PPAP Even if he sings that hit I know he still ain't sh** And here I spit this rap quick Just let me be happy to sing... He got a pen But he ain't apple of rap's eye But I don't give a damn This f**ing man Ain't on my level I'm high He's lowest of the low, friends! [Verse 2 : WillFake] Next “sh** For Him” comes up Tomorrow you gotta take a sheet more Reply us and do rougher Than Phiso drop from Jotaro To win from us and not get imbroglio Gonna pull Iwa K's dull dick with can opener, coo-coo prick Cause he ain't even rap king, lyrically poo sh** b**h, I even record this when I got sprue What's in store for you if my mouth's true? Tell these Korean rappers to retire For your dang bad flow as tire Got flatter than Dodit's face White a**es f**ed for this case! [Verse 3 : B-Ly] Must've been German measles Cause here's a sermon, listen Nazi gramatically wrong Melodramatic song Talkin' ‘bout grammar? You s**! ARAP, the handsome gamer? Still f**ing s**! Am I anatomist? Cause 90% of me is Water, that's why my flow's wet Wipol in my mind, you'll fall if you walk on mine And die in a blink of an eye If you try to leave behind Diss is me! (mother--) [Verse 3 : WillFake] Beginnin' as a finicky picaninny Cause I don't rap very long Fumblin' since Desiigner gave this sign off of hip hop trouble I'ma push his teeth in with a big dustblower These dumb towsers cut the meanin' of rap like a lawnmower Feel like me and B-Ly be lyin' on the watchtower Sight of highly bum cowards My bar is movin' like when Calvin Harris groovin' Need collab with Far East Movement Makin' goddamn hard ba** musics What kind of bullsh**s These months I'm busy accomplishin' stints I come fittin' in Won't succumb pissin' these And I'm completin' diss Fair-weathered friends call me Jack Ma when I rack my Brain, whack Agnez Mo with a Magnum Until she screamed and got pissed off She does nothin' awesome after “Coke Bottle” Such a who*e model Fed up with fake artists spreadin' stupid virus as MoTi I'ma slap Dej Loaf and Yo Gotti with a loaf of Sari Roti Spray a funny hottie named Anya Geraldine with a bunch of Betadines These days b**hes grow more and many h*mos I hate it like I hate bands My hatred for you bad men All you do's to dab, ain't it? That's enough to represent rappers ayye Dislikin' Ty Dolla $ign and fackin' damn blind Fetty Wap's eye Or for those who changed rap to sing That's beyond my fantasy In 2016, I should've been fixin' this fictional rap world Kick in to make weak rappers breakfast like Weet-Bix And I think that Explicit Verbal didn't deserve all He elicits verbs of illicit birdbrain He's overrated like Aurel Hermansyah when she's off her age and Squarrel between Jakarta next governor battlin' That's a big deal for Vinnie to produce SkinnyIndonesia24 An example of the wack rhymesayers that ain't got sk** anymore Me as the antidote, no Travis $cott Several disses on and on, set my praise off Don't need no many vocabs Just in case Gbrand doesn't know that Got a Wadimor to choke this boy This tightwad's been so Drake-ish He s**s at flows and I successfully murder though Ain't nice, describe your bad style I give ya advice to not operate Blackminds ‘fore it gets bankrupt I get, I beat a Mathers' sk** as so bad as I'm choppin' it dope Novel Beethoven and turn it up Now I'm in both Heaven and Hell Yo rappin' also ravin' and tell Samsung to blow up Note 7 and well... Diss is me, b**h! Put that cold water into 8Ball, f**er In fact, cause he's sleepless in mind Gay, don't try to make a diss of me, uh This boy's got an insomnia King of disser, fight with us til he died Let me turn this wild mutt into a shy one With a diss track right act as lullaby To close up his eye To make him sleep tight Dreamin' about YL as the office guy We take your crown and you're dumbfounded You're a grown man, grammar's poky B-Ly & WillFake's bigger than ‘zenegger But my saga is exaggerated as a Case of Mirna and Jessica We are best speakers, attempt to mess with her? I find herself dead in a piece of night thing tools With her bu*t stuck in a hypnotizin' pendulum “I got lyrical drop on ya...” Beat you all without beat at all I never stop to drop until Google pops up my name on it Til someone comments “Dope!” on it But I think a b**h who is named Mitch from Pentatonix Is frickin' sissy tenor Ain't a friend of life sustainer This is our season, I don't win to fall Body lies on the springbed, writin' more Lyrics rain over my head Thinkin' “Give me some of that!” Who's the worst? Adila Fitri, the swagger f** her style, she doesn't understand rap, girl Mockin' is fun, but this time I'm gon' be yawnin' Brush ‘em off too much I am redundant Just fake love like Aubrey and Budden Those bullied person listen to? Use cotton bud then Did you cry in diss? Go take a paper and put the pen in it Done rhymin' this for ten minutes Hahaha, y'all are what the caiman needs Diss is me