Epic LLOYD - Dis Raps For Hire - Nelson, Mark, Steven, and Lucas lyrics

[EpicLLOYD] EpicLLOYD's the microphonist Of this stone cold dis dish Choke holds out like fish bones in your neck Light up your coals, heat up your stoves, heads will roll 'Bout to bake a Nelson, Mark, Steven, Lucas ca**erole These four lame dudes all sing the same tune These aren't the worst bullies, it's an acapella group A quartet of maggots who just ain't worth talking to Lest you're mockingly a**aulting them like I was brought to do Ungodly large words, huh? (pssh) You're a laugh to me You patently lack an accurate perspicacity See, you'll just foment a ma**ive wrath in me Instigating altercations such as these is of dubious sagacity I put the "dis" in "dyslexic" Disregard these dismal disrespectful disappointments Diseased with dysentery, y'all couldn't amount to sh** So disappear, you disemboweled dicks are dismissed And as murderous as this first verse has been To be certain and a**ured, I secured a Sherwin To toss Jacka**es off yo back like blaow Ey yo, Zach! Y'all done f**ed up now [Zach Sherwin] It's not hard to tell my freezing ruthless heart Is far from meltin' This behavior makes me sick I'm heavin', pukin', barfin', belchin' Even and as far as squelchin' beef, these dudes should start Or else I'm leaving bruises, marks and welts On Steven, Lucas, Mark and Nelson What an ironic twist You jerk-offs broke Jonas' wrist And if you think it's humorous when letters get switched and remixed Then please enjoy this Here's what happens when I blast the wrath raps past ten I got rage to vent on all s**er-a** men I'm deadlier than any cobra with poisonous insults When I spit at this snake clan, venom results I'll chop off a ball each if you start beef with Zach Leave you mean trolls with uneven sacks And in fact, it was funny as hell To see a MC serve your stankin' an*s LOL, El? [EpicLLOYD] You say epic, he's dyslexic Crazy phrases, he won't get it I say bullsh**, and I give my man some credit Every word he works out will read like a present An incentive, force repentance on this sh**ty four-pack of degenerates So, bro don't feel hopeless Show them you own this Flip the bird no matter how broke your wrist bone is Turn your back, strut away, tell 'em about who your known as: SING IT! Like..." My name is Jonas!"