Wyatt "Da Dough" Clark - Mockery 4 lyrics

[Verse] f** your truce, probably just mad cause I could get both your cousins panties loose, call this track lyrical abuse, I swear this boy feminine probably switch his name to Caitlyn from Bruce, Alex Barzaga is a f**ing excuse of a person, you ain't serve nobody use, this boy a virgin and he never gonna reproduce, we know you jealous of my clever lyrical style, we all knew you ain't ever gonna have sh**, since I mentioned you your in debt to me forever, say I'm psycho like Trevor Phillips? Keep talkin sh** you better hope you got insurance like Geico cause I ain't a p**y like yo new little buddy Isaiah, you probably got your a** beat by a dyke hoe (Ana), b**h don't wanna f** with me in the street cause he know one of my homies might pull out the heat and there'd be a possibility Satan is who he'd meet, while he continue hatin sharing Riley Krantz disses and masturbatin to Minecraft p**n, don't cry again I'm just stating the truth, its what everyone was waiting for, man I know I'm creating drama but whatever my label will give this a dope rating and what about Isaiah isn't that b**h emotionally unstable? I don't know his bipolar a** wouldn't be able to notice real Hip Hop even if I threw some Rakim on the table and I know some people said stop, one day motherf**ers gonna pop you, they gonna drop you from a ceiling, man f** that ain't nobody stop me, especially people who run to a cop, they made me pull out this lyrical gun, honestly when I diss them I have fun, spill out that emotion its fun, man what the f** is with the commotion? I don't know when they talking sh** I call it free promotion, they just mad cause my bars are like a poison potion, when it comes to Hip Hop I got devotion, I'm adroit when I flip the bird, I'll exploit y'all like Kwame did to Detroit, teach y'all like a Swami, make y'all run to your mommy, serve y'all like Pastrami, hit ya like a f**ing tsunami, tax you like a commie, make your b**h eat my Salami