Kid Jimi - Control Your Mans lyrics

[Part 1 - Ramane's Diss (10 Bands)] [Hook 1] 10 fans, 50 fans, 100 fans f** it man, I would love to be just like you man Why won't you be with me? Aight fam imma get you while you f**ing sleep, you gon do a song with me [Verse 1] Joker, man I love you, I want to be above you or at least up at your level, nah f** it, Level 320 is far away imma need to boost up 319 levels to even be right underneath But I'm hustling, I'm mobbing and grinding and tryna get it I would finesse your b**h in the cuh cuh if she would let me I really want a chick, I've never even kissed a girl Yeah I know it's sad, but this is a sad sad world It's sad that Lil B won't tweet me back, and it's sad that I slur my words when I open up my mouth It's sad that I can't record on a Mac like Jon can, it's sad that I can't even rap, man, goddamn [Hook 2] 100 fans, 500 fans, 1000 fans f** this man, he's in everyone's discussions, man Omg maybe I can try to be his bff and then I can make a milli [Verse 2] Un-o, dos, tres, cuatro He Mexican but look like he from Toronto Drake from there but he white too, I fire shots at everyone from here to Timbuktu Jon prolly a Jew, lemme make fun of him about it for the next week or two, that's what imma do I'm so f**ing sick, I've been writing this hit with him, his verse is sh** but mine is fire imma k** this b**h On his own song, that's the type of sh** I like to do, don't f** with me and I'll f** with you anyway, ooh Shoutout to the streets of that neighboring town I claim to live at to sound cool but I don't really dude [Hook 3] 1000 fans, 5000 fans, where's the next number he ain't never reached 10,000 fans, what a b**h, man Omg where is he He been out for weeks, he's not sick like he says, I betchu he's hiding from me [Verse 3] I don't understand what's going on Jon says he's been sick but he's prolly working on songs What a f**ing b**h, oh he's feeling better, nah I don't believe that motherf**er I thought me and him could be together I've been talking sh** to him for weeks cause he's such a f**boy I don't see him in the streets near me He should be here cause I said I want to fight him, he hasn't made me famous yet and that is annoying Monday morning I'm getting called into the office apparently Jon wants me to stop it I need to stop threatening him and saying that imma k** him when he's better and he comes back to school, what a f**ing snitch he a f**ing b**h and a f**boy imma f** him up if I see him, wait I heard that he's leaving this school cause he ain't healing Oh he's actually been sick this whole time, his asthma is severe And the school said that he can't complete this year cause he missed too many days so if he don't leave now he gon have to repeat the grade? What a liar, his pants are on f**ing fire, imma light them, what a f**boy snitch need a reason to leave school when he can't stand up to his friend that's not cool you stupid b**h, I thought that you were cool but you ain't so for the next year imma talk trash to you over kik [Part 2 - JOKER's Response (No Tellin')] [Verse 4] I understand that you think of me while you're masturbating Get me the f** out of your mind before I castrate you You instigate then insist that it's just retaliation Why so serious? No, why the f** are you so agitated? I understand I'm aggravating, but in fact, you're just mad that I can rap better than you and you're black And I'm far from it, but still I ball, so, go on, s** it It's not my fault that my talent is what you all covet You think I'm a snitch having pretenses that you're black and I'm white so that makes me the b**h but I have evidence, you can't plea the fifth, or you'll be six feet deep in the sh** I spit You insist that pound cake was a diss, but since it wasn't I'll use a drake beat to actually slay you on motherf**er I've got so much sh** that one song could not fit it You text me out of the blue asking for my b**hes You dress like a wannabe Kanye with red lipstick and you rap like Taylor swift, so no wonder you never finish Started talking sh** in the fall of 2013 2014 pa**ed and still you're riding my d Looking for ways to live out your dream of being famous but find other coattails to tear at the seam You're tryna bring me down, b**h, don't you see I'm flying still? If you wanna fight for real meet me up in Hyattsville If you want to waste gas money and drive, feel free, but don't expect to see me when you arrive, capish? I'm not wasting good money on you, you would have a better chance getting bought out if you were actual ramen noodles What do you want? You want me to say I'm rich? I'm far from that too, you see a silver spoon in my lips? The only thing I see between yours is a dick, and you should probably get it out of there before the chorus hits [Hook] No Telling, No Telling Ain't No Telling No Telling, No Telling, No Telling No Telling what imma do to these fake friends [Verse 5] No telling how much longer I can deal with these fake friends, it's time consuming to have a loser on your back acting stupid all the time pretending To be cool for a minute then five seconds pa** and they're trying to shoot you or shove their boot in your a** And a whole year later you're still a hater I'm not in your life, but still you want beef and potatoes And want to beat my a** for having more talent than you as a creator We used to be buds, but now you're nothing to me but paper Cause you flat out acted like you were more than a dope Making songs about k**ing me, that's a murder she wrote Burning bridges that I crossed with every one of my bros And I find that they keep tryna act like it was a joke And a whole f**ing year's pa**ed for you to speak up Now you take to vine to try and act like you're tough? You came into my house and stole the sh** that I loved But "f** you Jon, you can burn in hell for what you've done You f**ing racist, I hate you, and your Mexican dad I hope he gets f**ing deported back to his homeland!" You're insinuating that I'm a racist, but then display the same characteristic in your statement You're calling me a snake in the gra** but at least I don't cry wolf when I'm caught being a female one It's pretty simple, just don't be a b**h and then a year later come back and expect us to be best buds You thought that you were dope For a bit, you thought you were winning For a b**h, you're quite the p**y and you've been from the beginning You claim to f** with my girl but you need a co*k to get with a chicken She'd probably sell herself to you, but you're broke, so who am I kidding I never even messed with her, she left my head spinning At the last minute she broke the news that she preferred women I couldn't really tell cause she was spitting, her mouth was full, it's possible that her statement coulda been different But then she bit hard it was so much more than she could swallow There's good reason my nickname is 320, do you follow? But don't wallow in my jokes, honestly I wouldn't touch her with a 320 inch pole You get it? I know you're slower than a turtle with you sitting on its shell but so you know If you don't get cooked with it, that turtle soup is delicious if you add noodles to keep the turtle flavor forgotten But how many noodles could a sh**ty rapper s** on if the sh**ty rapper was named Raman?