Zeebra - Un-F**king-Titled (Deezy Solo) lyrics

This lame is sad his face is bashed your the gayest f*g Your mainly trash quit hating that im flames your ash No that your insanely wack and your played tracks, you got no swag They ain't matched to to my blatant raps you say you rap? Just face the facts you won't be dope if your laced with crack The only thing your rapping/wrapping is groceries in a paper bag Dude your so damned you know for a fact that theres no chance Its like you have no hands cus your punches dont land But you know that im dope, please one sniff of my sh** your nose bleeds Sayin you special, maybe its the cla**es, slow g And your throwing trashy rhymes your littering literally This is a vets game and your just to small even for lil leagues Peewee, b**h and yo scripts are weak get your sick? I like cheese. n***a, please f** you and where you came from i'll end you instantly nobody would know about your misery(misourri) Dont like my style? i'll change it to this f*gs flow its sad yo But to all you wannabes you s**…...................BLACK HOLE And you talk a whole lotta sh**…........ASS HOLE Youre like a toothles guy, tryna brush his teeth.........BLBL I'll choke your verse your a joke to earth I'll make sure Breezy is dead lying down holding a bible like hes in church Causzse thats my bro, you writing an actual punchline would be an amazing task I'll put more holes in his face than jasons mask, with a pencil, or maybe just the rubbery thing. what is that called? I have no idea.....umm chereser? no, ummm eraser hahahahahahahahaha Okay im going to stop f**ing playing now lol it goes like this (n***a can go eat a dick) YO!!! He's struggling to keep up with me its like your fighting tracks And once I cla**ify this as a diss he'll be to much of a p**y to write back So where your rhymes at so go ahead and respond back with your lines f*g Punchlines hit you till your eyes black, n***a sayin he gets the paper, yeah to wipe my a**!!! Can't even sit in the back with the rest of the cla**, excuse me, I HAVE GAS Wouldn't pull off your rhymes if it were a price tag Its lunch time this f**s lines are a waist of dumb rhymes During lunch time that one time is when he's serving punchlines Well, I chew them, and I spew them, cause im a f**ing black dude You wear baggy clothes, and gold chains, I just want to pimp slap you I'm Black Jesus, but not God's "Sun", you need to sit in the shade You gonna stay a virgin so when he raps and f**s some one over in a battle he considers it getting laid Your not balling i'll school you on the court till your lungs collapse You a SNITCH you know the only time youll COP will be with a gun and badge Even with your punchlines you couldn't be f**en fighting texts Quit lying, you take words up the a**, virginity lost... cyber s** Deezy will keep squishing this bug till this stupid maggots all sore Serve you with flow and get dunked on by me on your own home made basketball court Facebook fans, do I got em, yeah, well they ain't seen nothin yet Me and Breezy , we The Glory, and with Angel, we be reppin Triple Threat I'll make make sure the pain injects,your like the rest I crushed,same insects You have no cleverness in your wordplay your writing simple songs dude Your ill? fu*k NO! im sicker than the f**in pimples on you Yor scripts played, your sh**s lame, this pricks gay , youre my sh** stains January 2nd, King Among Men Mixtape WANGSTER the only time you dump on some one is when you dump on your self with your own sh** Beat you with a steal pipe and you wouldn't know what a chrome is Think you f**ing with enock the joker, now im DEEZY there's no luck if you used a clover Tie a noose to shoulders pull you apart till you blew all over if rap was alcohol this dude would be sober n***a, you fake g, ain't never even held a super soaker Dope? theres no way you can be you got no fan's see, your a** weak garbage when this f*g speaks Get slapped, see your raps geez, some one help this man please, cleanup in ailse 3 And if some one says my bars s**, Everybody would be on they damn knees The sh** i've written leave you in a tragic condition You can't have it now listen my writens will damage your vision Your not a rappin magician your not adapting with sick scripts I'll be trashing this nit wit, 6th grade, pink slips, while im smashing ya chicks clit Attacking with sick scripts you'll be backing off with this sh** Seeing sharp rhymes will be slashing your eye lashes, get it, HAIRY PEOPLE YOURE PRICKLY!!! You'll be packing and trippin your lacking in sk**s kid Barbecued you, you wanna be the chicken, or the pigskin? You have a better chance attempting to be Vanilla Ice Shaggy a** hair, im surprised you dont have lice I hope your feeling this you ain't seeing scripts you be a b**h A weakly snitch im unleashing clips on your piece of sh**, one last trick I'll make you speak with lisps you'll be fleeing quick You work on talent im peeing it I know your weakness kid Getting on your knees and sh** to try and kiss my feet? YOURE SICK! You'll be needing fist seeking cliques to try and beat me b**h My punchlines can handshake you,but you still won't be meeting this Nor greeting it,and you'll be hiding living your life in the sewer days You like s**in dick, as much as cows like to graze, everyday it like... he won't be making moves today You lost the game tie a noose to blades to shoot his face You in pain your face will be in the bluest ways You'll be left in your hometown,this stupid place Theres no way you can say I s** you rate me straight tens You have a soulja boi flow, n***a youre spitting wack songs Didn't know your d**h would occur, choke you with your own strap-on I am number one, you picked the wrong person to rag on