White Zinfandel - Pied Piper lyrics

It’s time to rap Cuz Eric has snapped Running his trap He’s in the deep end, up over his head In need of a raft Just like that face So ugly that its in need of a mask Poor little nate dogg He couldn’t focus On one little task He crossed a line, it happens At barstool, totally fine But not when you’re the b**h Boy Who habitually cries You made it personal It’s true, i f**ed Up with my wife Sex with 2 girls That’s 2 more you’ve ever seen in your life Yea I cried on the radio Had the whole planet listening Yea you once had an audience Church at your christening You Dead weight, just like a casket Use your head Nate, lets ask it Are you really top 2 bloggin When the top 4 moved past it? That’s the truth boy, that’s facts You’re nothing but Charity Laugh out loud at a nate blog? Yea that’s probably a rarity To think we once teamed up Together Coming at Rico Those days are in long in the past Now Ima tell you like Tiko Without me there’s no you I put you on when I had to But for 5 straight years The laughs all come not with you But at you Nothing new here Just Saying what the world thinks You’re the only person Who doesn’t know that you f**in stink We’ve been thinking it for years But we tip toe around Now it’s time to take the boot out And stomp nate to the ground Hypocritical misfit Who every body pities Not a shred of relevance Since barstool broke it down to cities Let’s talk about it Eric, the night you took that pie A solid month straight we heard little Eric Nathan cry And despite your diva antics Despite your constant whining I was there and had your back And put up with that f**ing crying Same thing that happened At the upfronts at the Happy hour “I’ll never have a podcast kev! or program that’s on power 85!” look Alive the free rides f**in over nate So dry those eyes and tap those keys and sit at home and masturbate So it’s time to pay up kid Time to visit the Piper homie Your face is the target again k**shot from this sniper homie Hide behind your same old lies And tired excuses I’ma leave to your wounds And let you to tend to your bruises But just remember Who you’re talkin to When you try to flex And we can keep copacetic And we don’t need this mess Got nothin to lose and I don’t f** around So shut your f**in mouth you mutt And I will stop punching down