Ceeingee - Frat 2: The Fratuel lyrics

[Intro] Gosh, my whole life I'll be writing disses *yawns* Okay, you asked for it mister [Verse 1] You say my Nick diss is crap, well let me hear you rap You have a horrible taste if you think my raps are not good, you're such a time waste You say I'm gay out of the blue, well, you're super gay and that's just you You think you can insult people and think they'll k** themselves Most people who you insult will be laughing at you with a good result The result is that they'll be making so much money and cash with their sh** You'll be making nothing but sh**s in the toilet, you f**in' tit You can't even write a good rap, I don't think you do anyway You think you're the ruler and the Mr. Know it all Let's play ball if you think you can f** with me Let's see how this sh** will turn out I bet it'll turn out to be more rubbish than your attitude, punch your a** out Come on, let's battle Me and you, come on, I wanna see if you have the guts and balls I bet you don't, you'll only have the sh**s and the life falls Beat you in a community hall and leave you soaked in your own blood Choke you til you can't breath, stamp on your nose til your nose starts to bleed Leave you alone waiting for God to save your a** You'll be dying and crying cause you'll be in pain Waiting for the d**h train and the angels licking your brain Ha, I'm extreme but that's just me I'll rap about anything, even k**ing a cat while it's meowing for it's life If you were that cat, you'll be on the ground stabbed with a kitchen knife [Hook] Frat, you are the homicide of rap Frat, you are the suicide of hip-hop You'll think you can do sh** but not expect to get back sh** Frat, Frat, you are just a lowlife raaaat [Verse 2] Oh, f** this I'mma make myself useful and become so famous You'll never wanna live again Just wait til you'll be k**ed by me and my homie Origan He'll k** you alright, with a gat so big that it's bigger than an AK or an RPG You'll be blown to bits and all your guts will be all over the place I'll laugh at you and show out my evil to you I'm not an angel myself but I'm a lot bad than you I'm so wicked that I'll skin you alive and cook your intestines for dinner I don't know if you've even noticed but I'm a right good sinner I'll sin and sin til it's too late for me to be forgiven by God I'll sin and sin til I come and steal your damn ipod, if you have one that is You don't even think that I'm so tough enough to get you, you better know it bruv I'mma be the most baddest rapper that you've ever heard You'll be dead in the street and people walking by you cause they never cared You think you can be better than me, ha, you're a joke I hope you go to lunch and choke I hope you beg for mercy and cry while you die You dickhead ba*tard, it'll be your last ever to live in this world you retard I don't care about you, you can beg on your knees for me to spare your life I'll not do it, I'll k** you, even if it is with a machete or cheese knife I don't give a f** yo, now let's beef motherf**er, let's go [Hook] Frat, you are the homicide of rap Frat, you are the suicide of hip-hop You'll think you can do sh** but not expect to get back sh** Frat, Frat, you are just a lowlife raaaat [Verse 3] As I f** you up in the a**, you spas You f**in' damn motherf**in' retard You better know that I'll beat ya like Tyson I'll bite off your ear Frat, I'll do it the Tyson way You motherf**in' a** You should apply for rap cla**, you'll never pa** You'll fail all the way you f**in' gay You damn spas, you damn a**hole let's go I'mma shout my flow, bring it on and begin the show The show must go on and on, I'll f**in' k** ya a** with a sharp Bull horn I might just f** your a** with it, make you sh** bricks Brick sh**, just take the hit you dipsh** All you f**in' come out with is bullsh**, gettin' sick of it I hate to read your raps because it gives me the runs You f**in' a**, like your rap puns I got better ones, it's better than yours I'mma be a scientist and invent brain dead cures You'll not like your hands on it though Your brain can't get cured, not never You f**in' dick, you make me sick to the stomach I'll give you ache, headache is the best to give to you I'll give you Migraines, beat you to d**h and leave blood stains I'll wipe of my DNA and leave you there to die like a stupid gay