Brevner - ***WATERLOO*** - (The Jitters Story) - MADCHILD DISS OFFICIAL lyrics

Don't get it twisted, Ive got love for BaxWar Breaks my heart to see who people breaking they backs for 150 dollars what you selling that patch for? These people f**ing love you dawg, what more could you ask for? But you don't love 'em back shane, ya selfish Preying on the drug addicted, weak, and the helpless Set a good example Mr. Bunting, you're the eldest 45 year old shrimp; stale shell fish And you're getting stinky as f** With that c**aine pinky nail, the jiggly is up Tell the kids you're sober so they're bigging ya up But you're dope sick throwing up, sh** the Oxy is rough! And I don't give a f** if you get high Got as many friends in rehab as the next guy You burnt every bridge you ever built just to get by Nobody says nothing, but I can't let that sh** fly Lets take it back to 2012 When your debut album, couldn't keep it on the shelves I paid for your video, so I was broke as hell And you said you were touring, I could come for free as well sh**, I thought "Mad's blowing up like Iraq! I should ask him about my money, nah, never mind that Go and make connections, sell some merch, climb back" But a week before we leave, he said he wanted 5 racks You motherf**ing b**h as chump That's how you treat a friend who helped you when their down in the dumps? That's how you treat someone who helped you get up out of your slump? And out you back on television with a single to bump? Huh? But I was in too deep to quit So I called my big homie and he cuffed me a brick Chipped away for 7 days n***a, down to the zip Drivin' round the lower mainland with coke on my dick Thank GOD I got the money in time 'Cuz I don't have no label bro, the money was mine You were acting like my best friend, the chummiest guy But low key, there was jealousy, the ugliest kind Thinking back, it's not like I'm wondering why I mean, I was half your age, coming up in my prime The misguided angel, up in the sky Madchild the black hole, s**ing my shine On the bus every night, you said some unreal sh**! Like, Tre Nyce that, and Sonreal this, WAIT Then you do a song together? when you told me, and I quote He's a f*ggot a** b**h f**ing snake, you do anything for buzz Like a child with no daddy, you do anything for love Fronting like you're street, but you're anything but tough Like that concert out in Windsor, that was anything but thug Some real gangsters came out swingin' You were nowhere to be found Shane, straight up missin' Your merch dude Tyler caught a straight up lickin' Cuz you locked him out the bus like a straight up CHICKEN You let your friends and fans get beat for ya? Tried to get my brother Stevie Ross to call police for ya? Meanwhile, he thought I was dead sh**, but I was in my tour bus, getting some head RCMP, yup, you went to the feds And wrote a Twitter finger follow up, protecting your cred Im reminiscing on a blunt, let that PK swirl bu*tchild, insecure like a teenage girl He's a stingy mother f**er, all about the cash Charging fans 30 dollars for an autograph Meet him in person? sh**, it's hard not to laugh Looking like an older ugly Mickey Rourke, sawed in half Yeah I saw it first hand, brought Napoleon back from the dead Gave him a hit record and some brand new visuals, his team took all the creed I should've known better than to trust an old J, should've listened to what everybody said I mean, I produced the song, and I paid for the video. Never got a royalty check One eye open in the fetal position, thats no way to sleep at night Long list of people you've been ripping off and dissin, thats no way to lead your life You ain't got no manners, nah your momma didn't raise you right You ain't got no manners, nah your momma didn't raise you right You ain't' got no manners, your life is a disaster Your legacies a laughter, this the final chapter Ain't nothin' coming after, b**h this is the rapture I hope you own your masters…… HA! That's a ZINGER Getting screwed by your brother, real life Jerry Springer Rumor has it, SUBNOIZE takes you to the cleaners But you love getting f**ed, you a stage 5 clinger Is Battleaxe even a label? No releases for a decade, a mythical fable Madchild the figurehead, king of the cradle At the very best it's Subnoizes satellite stable Cut it with the horse sh**, all you spit is skid (W)rap, b**h I am the forklift You are not important, you are not Vancouver, you are now imported Subnoize records community home Old rapper dialysis A bunch of old has beens, losing their hair WIth cataracts and calluses Gone are the days of the superstar fame Porsches, p**y and palaces Putting socks on their dicks, sending little girls pics Pedophile cowardice, you lost touch BAXWAR NEEDS A MUTINY An honourable general, one with less scrutiny Cuz I can hear 'em talking Shane, none of this is news to me They want someone who gives more than he takes from his community I nominate Prevail, Moka, Rob the VIking, split the "C", what the hell I mean If GOD helped Moses split the sea, might as well Free the slaves, Matt Brevner split the "V" up as well! One eye open in the fetal position, thats no way to sleep at night Long list of people you've been ripping off and dissin, thats no way to lead your life You ain't got no manners, nah your momma didn't raise you right You ain't got no manners, nah your momma didn't raise you right