Trill Nye - If It Was Written (Cosmic D Diss) lyrics

Yo what's good Don't usually do this over here at Cracker Trapper productions But unfortunately some sh**'s gone down recently That has, uh Stopped us from the fun that we usually have Some f**ing little b**hes Think it's okay to, uh Talk a bunch of sh** (f** em!) Claim that we're jealous Claim that they're better writers than us Pshh! b**h, if only they knew what would happen If it was written I wonder It's a shame we gotta do this though [Verse 1: Cracker Trapper] Alright Yo what up It's the Cracker Trapper But some f*ggots tryna say that I ain't the rap master So now I'm f**ing madder than a f**ing mad hatter And now I ain't fappin' I'm blasting Bullets in your head instead and I'm laughing And you're telling me that you p**ys think that you're the best MCs Please I'm the real G You f**ing phonies never rolled a blunt with codeine And you zone in on the rap game claiming I'm jealous But I shouted you out and you act like you never met us? (f** you!) Invited us to your stu' Showed up b**h to get me near any of you 6 muffs You'd have to get me 6 blunts And all your moms' c*nts Lined up to receive a punt once every 6 months End up in handcuffs But I don't give a f** Cause this kid that you can't trust Has had enough of this stuff Bottom line is you guys are f**ing pussies I got every venue in the country trying to book me So when you give me looks don't act like you f**ing shook me Cause I'm a crook, b A wildin' wookie (Chewbacca noise) I'll chew back a quick fact that you kids will overlook see? When we try to write we're rap gods You ain't even competition Usually we havin' fun but today we teachin' lessons And don't be second guessing cause I reckon that I'll wrecks you While my erection resurrects your mom's used up cooch The only reason that you've got more likes than me is that real G's get real love on the real streets You posers hide behind Kiss 108 lines & wheel fake minds too scared to see the light (pussies) Yeah, f** Cosmic D, Motherf**ers [Verse 2: Trill Nye] Yeah, f** Cosmic D (f** 'em!) About to go in Your comments are weak To my disbelief, you took cheap shots at the Chief (Keef) No turning my cheek Gonna come at you like Meek Your outlook looks bleak This ain't no f**ing comic relief First blood You started this beef We were back on your street Trying to go in on some beats Now my sword out it's sheath Started on peace Gonna end with a piece Gonna end with the fiece Again with the heat My fame will increase My game's still discreet Always spitting flame Whenever I speak (fire) You're still chattin What happened Thought you was rappin' Slow clapping your verse Not the worst that I heard Still f**ing absurd (you're a b**h) Word is out Play the game Show some clout Auf Wiedersehen [Verse 3: Dr. J-Flex] Yo f** Cosmic D Sam Stone especially You wanna be Will Smith Rapping clean without wit A midget who can't spit You can't take sh** Without throwing a fit Like when I rubbed Susan's clit You're a wannabe hipster I had s** with your sister Unfortunately I missed her Blew my load on your bed And just laughed as I kissed her Dr. J-Flex in your House Susan was defnitely not quiet as a mouse Now I go out with a bang And a dried out wang f** Cosmic D And Sam Stone especially [Verse 4: Soop] And if it was written what you said would have stung You have no idea what you have done What I've become comes with a catastrophic promise of gin and tonic Caustic is the topic of chronic Hey cosmic I heard your bars were sick But when you spit this toxic logic it makes me vomit Watch where you aiming that sh** Equipped I attack cliques Tribe called quest said it in 1986 Vibe or you'll make your body flip All shots hit To sink your battleship A catalyst moving to win the championship Dismantling and tangle you for example mishandle you from every angle Ample enough to trample your sample & channel your inner vandal You've had a history of mimicry and imagery Imagery synthinthe Yeah versitility of my infantry: Infinite f** with the trinity willfully and deliberately promoting hostility between us 2015 discussed as a year of distrust Enough to disrupt corrupt and obstruct your vision My words slice with precision no revision So cut that parental supervision sh** It ain't what I envision kid If you ain't like it keep skipping it I don't care about your likes I'm flipping bricks f** Cosmic D Bunch of b**hes up in this stew f** with Sweet Lou gonna get hit b**h Cracker trapper coming at you This ain't that written sh** This is what happens when we write, motherf**ers