Josh Breezzyy - Still In Control (T-Rex Diss) lyrics

[Intro] Yo ya'll know what time it is (Haha) I don't know why he responded Should've took the easy way out Know what I'm sayin? Somebody tell Brenda get out my DM's Before I gotta go and f** his b**h to! n***as talking gun bars, sick in the head He a actor, Hollywood ain't scripted you yet Swear you a G, a move major, a industry vet Yet nobody outside the head ever heard of you yet! I can rap just as fast you Tracks getting pa**ed the fool In all actual, I'm spazzing dude You just a f*ggot, move.. Never beat me on a track Never needed a feature, I'll smack 'em Leave'em with the teeth of a Mona Lisa No Ether.. My flow so cold, ease up Snow season, more wins, no wonder he gon breeze ya No Caesar, bro gon see us, Low fade Inside turned to Lo Mein, Jesus Yo whole team up, Breezus, I'm cold, bro heat up! See us you get beat up, Peep us, the flows speechless A dope dealer with no features, swearing he gone Link us! Caring? I couldn't careless, with Karen Make an appearance Its apparent ya parents failing You failing just as a parent Never said sh** ain't facts Check ya sources bro What'd you really say in ya raps? Who you stalkin yo Peel 'em back, bite off his ear Catch the Holy Ghost May's around the corner Yet you still acting corny bro! Find a glory hole, slob it And kick some horrid notes Dose doe around the corner This is where we've gone before You swearing that its toe to toe Til I run up on you with the goons, the squad the bro's Soon as Tanger close! Matter fact, I'll keep the target close Wife his moms up, since we all know his pops ain't home Dick her down, bust in her mouth Put some kids in her Make her happy she gon come home to a bread winner! But back to f**in Rex, Little f**ing b**h I guess he just so happy that some chick will finally s** his dick! Leave'em lying in plain sight, Word to Uncle Ben And since he slinging sh** on the Web I'll have to spite da man k** em with the Venom, Bane, all inside his head Messin with the victim, never see fame, tell em his Nephew dead But back to facts and sh** Ya'll wanna hear me rap and spit I'll spit some acrobatic bombastic facts on a track with it, cabbage patch ya f*ggot raps I'm going Back to back with it Get clapped, i'll rag his a**, hah, while the record spins We gathered hear today; cuz boy k**ed the kid Trust me you don't want me to go back To poppin them pills again! An armored villainous Kid with a heart that's filled wit hits So much disrespectful sh**, I forgot why I gave a sh**! Told me kiss my moms, I did, Told her bail me out Said Ima play my cards right With the charges carried out Then told him I got 'em in the bag, his body carried out! Skull shot to the dome, Heads leaking; Brenda on her knees crying, she can't see him Listing to "Living The Life", she repeats it Like Josh I really f** with your sh**! You're unbeaten! Why couldn't I have you and God you could be him! [Outro] Told me not to mention names But you went and mentioned names Talking bout my ex? I only hope, that you mention Kate Mention I lost a kid Mention you know me, sh** Mention my only hits, that's too many thousands You little phony b**h You'll never be the God, I ain't gotta say it Ya flow basic You rhyme faces wit like a basement Arrangements, is off, ya f**ing cadence Is broken, I hope you paid up Talking them fighting words, save it You can't erase it Only punches you try and land Is when ya f**ing flow go and change up I'll beat em up, mash his face in The mask of Jason He became a clone; Hoping that the f**ing kids are home; Stuff you like a dinner roll Slit your throat, break ya neck Go and switch my clothes Call up Ebeneezer Baptist Tell Jesus that his kid is home Then tell Droper don't cut the beat until the beef is over.. [Bobby Skit] Hello? I'd like to report a d**h Um.. yeah I got a um I looked at his I.D It says "Tarik Nelson" He's about: 5'11, 180 pounds Um.. yeah, I found him dead on the side walk I just, I figured i'd call him in You know what? f** it I been meaning to use this shovel anyway