(Hook) [Martian]
This bitch pops at us with passive shit,
The pills he takes are laxatives,
Mouthwashin' with a glass of piss,
Come at us we take you to the dump like a massive shit,
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(Verse 1) [Psyxhological]
You and your homies come in the group every month or so, you'll be like leeches with variants,
Sucking our dick until you get what you want, this man getting so pale, so white out of intimidation, he prolly teaches the Aryans,
sorry, I'ma stop
Wait, nah I'm not,
This man talks about money even after his family's commas dropped
Making death threats, being so unholy, I think he forgot that God is top
"It's just a prank" Yeah, H-A-H-A, Rage-on-eight-pages, aye?
Nearly got me laughin', I'm blastin', you're past-tense, your actions have consequences
You think you're better than everyone else, you should try to come for llynz, and
then It's gonna be a crime scene, gon' need lenses, forensics with the magnifying glass
You mad? Defying classes have to be, man, define that.
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(Verse 2) [Martian]
Fake fuck pretending to make big bucks, saying his friend died in a crash,
Needs myths for acceptance, pretend he clashed in a car and that his friend came into contact with glass,
Out through the window, tu amigo and your trash ass stories of hardship and ash,
Fuck outta here with your underage self and candy "stash,"
Gonna pass gas out through cheeks straight into the fleshlight you pump your meat with,
Get to beating there's African children who need food, your "meat" an obscene treat,
Disciplined into the heart of the god you betrayed,
Alienated from everyone in RD you played with,
Get back to your Lego's, your nerf guns, that Pluto's bitch Plato you ate, shit,
Satan proud of this pranker with karma, Jaystation.
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(Verse 3) [Pluto]
It seems I’ve been met with discontent,
you in a predicament,
now you will descend from your big ass ego,
acting like your idols, you ain’t a voice nor a hero,
Pendejo, you a niño,
IQ? Zero.
Steady talking about fucking children,
now the building you are in is about to blow up,
After seeing horrendous verses,
you got 3Mill,
a ghostwriter you can purchase,
I’m about to fucking throw up.
Take a close up of your brain, It’s strange,
just blew up that shit like a supernova.
A minute you in LA, EA, like ay,
we all know you in Carolina,
It’s fine, I dissed you first, I’ll give your perks,
But your work is getting murked,
I’ve gone berserk,
you steady twerk for Tuli,
Metro, is this fucker gay? I guess so.
Energy flowin’ like I got Espresso.
WooStar, Rondo, 4x, Who are all these rejects?
Jelissa, Ski Mask, relax,
You done removed him in your remix!
Aight, we being for real now?
Bet. Finna catch more than a blister,
Steady talking bout’ fucking my sister,
Picture this, I give a kiss to yo mama’s clit, err…
You got me goin’ malevolent,
Saint super saiyan, his element,
Bars from above stars, heaven-sent,
I’ve gone through enough of this decadence,
Not a diss specialist, rhymes still so excellent,
you got into RD, act like it’s your own party,
now you act like you relevant? You’re my bitch,
this diss is wild,
Made this verse quicker than you change your bios.
Listen, you’re a pigeon,
April 1st don’t make no difference,
Attitude like Mean Girls, Motherfucker,
I’m the fucking eagle. Shame to your heritage,
How bout’ you calm down and meditate,
Time to get your manners straight,
Diss you ten times, ain’t finna hesitate,
There is no debate,
Claim to have 3Mill, you ain’t getting paid,
When will you get sense shot into your brain?
You caught a curse of a verse so insane,
Bitchassery, I won’t entertain.
Fake concerts, tours, you bore me with musicals,
Saint shoveled up a grave, Soon to be funeral.
FATALITY...
(Secret Verse) [Pluto]