The Beat Bully - ETHERnet (Childish Gambino Diss) lyrics

It bothers me when mogs start reacting to the blogs And talking all hard til it's really poppin off You claim to want beef but I'm the Based God of Cookin' So let me tell you bout this time I seen his a** in Brooklyn With that Dingy a** hoodie on, looking all f**in weird Me and O.F. laughing like "oh sh** was it him"? Walkin backstage ain't nobody say what's up to him Now you wanna come at me? Aight well f** it then I co*k it back Re Up Gang when I let them cans spray Grab the fif load up Clipse, watch I make Fam Lay Meet up any damn day, b**h say it to my damn face You right, I don't exist and neither does your fan base Because the internet? well your rap style is Dial Up, AOL Trial run You beefing with Cyclops, get it n***a? I WON Ready when the time come, one call and n***as mobbin with me like Verizon It's off with his wig, all your Songs make me cringe Your Chorus s**, I'll Hook this n***a and toss em off a Bridge Get it? that track structure, ya lyrics is lack luster Don't get comfortable hiding and thinkin' I can't touch ya Ain't no tweeting when it's beef, if you see him? point em out Then I'm putting hands on Childish, spare the rod, spoil the child But I ain't taking the fall got my Alibi and my Patsy For when I murder this Childish b**h, JonBenet Ramsey And did I fail to mention he's a carbon copy Stan of Ye? Tried to start a Twitter war with Lupe? n***a That is gay You fantasize about holding his hand and watching Anime Smash ya face in Pound Cake and Beat you like Annie Mae Turn to Walt Disney since this n***a tryna play me Ya'll better Donald, Duck or he'll be pushin' up Daisies You dressing like a hipster but Pitchfork hate ya tapes Monkey n***a Washed Up them hoodies ain't Bathing Ape This got me outta character, rappin' against an amateur Get the f** outta Dodge, boy you really ain't no Challenger Started on Community and now you here So beefing with bloggers a milestone of your career? I mean, I know you lack cojones but If he ever up run up on me It's gon be sad what I do to Childish, word to Joseph Kony You a fake Charles Hamilton, Sonic n***a, f** is up? Watch you tuck your Tails between your legs when I Knuckle up And you can take the fade, with that little a** frame I mean he got BROAD shoulders he built like Angel Haze I knock a n***a out, you get housed then it's back to bloggin I don't exist? I'll swing my fists and call it Shadow Boxing I seek and destroy, like Achilles k**ing Hector I will bring it to your door, Troy, strapped with the heckler I'm masked up in his crib while he laying there asleep Pillow as a Silencer [YAWK YAWK], Bed Peace (Piece) So say your prayers, and then kiss ya a** goodbye Claiming "Royalty" but we can really see that that's a lie Ain't no Bowing to this Square unless I Pray to the Kaaba Gambino nice? nah, maybe when bell freeze Your single on retail? that B.S. won't sell, please! You ain't never k** a mic so stop pushing that LP I logged in on Instagram they using my quotes Meanwhile, I scroll down, he's posting Suicide notes I will literally kiss Sabrina Ahmed on the forehead Tell her please me forgive then leave you up in the morgue dead I'm stiff competition, for them weak rhymes you kickin You "sitting on toilet"? leave without a pot to piss in I heard this f*ggots adopted, yeah? where's your Mother, n***a? It don't matter, it's apparent when I Son this n***a Track down ya birth mama, find out where that b**h stay Tell her how the son the b**h made, is b**h made I will GTA Number 5 leave this n***a "Wasted" Meet me outside, pound sign, #TurnOnYourLocation n***as lurkin and waiting to murk em soon as I say it I'm feelin like Conrad Murray I'm losing all of my Patience (Patients) Your label gon be wondering why'd they even ink a deal The Jig is up so bad I had to give Hov sleeping pills He don't be pop capsules though, he rocks Tom Ford So this lil' back and forth? I ain't got time for it Reading Pitchfork and we see what the reviews you say You Kanye West Light n***a, Diet Soda Lupe Weezy F. Bino and the "F" is for Fat Free I mean god damn, how watered down can yo raps be? You hanging with Jhene, why? so you can meet Raz B? And on my worst day man you never could've matched me Bino never been a threat, we know this guy is p**y And "Because the internet" you f**in with Cyber Bully