Yung Typhus - Hotter Than Wasabi lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung J] Mad duo? More like sad puto Thinking they drop sick beats But they rhymes weak I'll ball y'all up Yeah y'all know was sup Big Hood this is for you Your rap like doo doo [Verse 2: Dr. K] Young typhus? More like swag osiris Nobody like your rhymes Through the end of time I am a ride or die Why do you even try You gonna get dropped fool I make them girls drool [Verse 3: Dr. K] Hotter than wasabi All up in a mahabi I stack that fat cash I'm in that big hotel lobby Call me for an encore Call you an eyesore Hood you can't rap; Hood you're write crap [Verse 4: Yung J] Come out and battle me fool And your two wack tools Your beats are dank You don't even slang You think you cool whip I'm on the Vegas strip Homie you fruit loops I got on my Jordan II's! [Verse 5: Yung J] We using Auto-Smule We better than T-Pain You know we make it rain To be honest, Yung Typhus the main Just rapped your diss for you; What you tryna gain Can't do nothing about it; Your rap's been slain