Lyrics:
Prelude:
"It's Too Nasty.
This track was made in 24 hours in response to being called out.
Excuse the quality."
Intro:
[ Phone Rings ]
NYBEATZ: "Hello?"
B. Nasty: "Aye, what's happenin', bruh? Guess who flappin' them gums, bruh?
NYBEATZ: "Yo, it's Snide!! I saw it all over Facebook!"
B. Nasty: "Yeah, that nigga wit' that trash song "Caked Up," bruh. How should I handle this bruh?"
NYBEATZ: "Yo, slaughter that nigga, son! No Mercy!"
Hook:
( I ) Cant be compared beside you
( Will ) Not choose to spare my lines dude
( Murk ) Any song that you rhyme to
( You ) Ain't good let me remind you
Verse One:
First off, I don't start beef; I only end careers
Of the peers that envy me, so let's begin here
Mr. Joey Saragosa, your end is near
Begin to fear my message to you; Pen to ear
You runnin' that mouth and aint think in the end I'd hear??
Well I'm gonna wax you, and I aint talkin' in the ear
The candle's lit, the spark is out.
I'm Batman to the game; Sun's gone, man the Dark is out
I'm down-pourin' in my reign, so you guard yourself
You need protection; I'm lethal; Arm yourself
With flak jackets, first aid packets, and a Mac 10
But whatever your rhymes stackin', my lines will pack 10
[ Hook ]
Verse Two:
I was in chill mode but you put me back in attack now
So bow your back down, as royalty lays the facts down.
You called me wack then, so call me wack now; You won't? Well
You a fake, pussy, lame. Real niggas never back down.
Choke on that now.
They say hope floats but I'm the current to the river in your liver that drowns
Your dreams, as I seep into your genes; your genetics
From your girl's jeans, to her legs, and everything in between
Would she let me? Gamble your career; Na, this nigga shouldn't bet me
Cus I'd lay that dick to her; Dismantle her from the rear.
But no disrespect, Dear. You beautiful, and I just think it's weird
How you a five star chick, with a nigga lookin' queer
When at the same exact time, I could make your heart race and his flatline
[ Hook ]
Verse Three:
Thiss diss track so far is only aimed at you
So pay your dues, reply before I make "Take Two"
Don't trip nigga, lace your shoes
You got 24 hours or round two is aimed for your whole crew
And I done scoped them niggas out; I done did my research
My studies show there aint a line they can say to make me hurt
So add the cocky to my confidence; I'll rock you all at once
And if yall niggas got a problem, I'll resolve you all at once
As for my back, my E.N.T. say they got it
From King James to Young G. down to Mistuh Chaotic
I'll die for my clique; What you wanna say about it?
I'm that Grind Time haymaker; Young G. is my play maker
So when he says "Get 'em B.," its guaranteed I'm gonna spray fakers
And them M.C.'s with that M-16
Drop the guns bruh; I'm talkin' about them sixteen
Bars, goin' hard to this track
Like that whiplash to your back, cus I cut when I rap leavin' scars.
Real talk, every word that I say shows a path I will walk in
Labels sendin' you deals? Why this liar still talkin'?
You kiddin' man. You gotta be fibbin'
Everybody that listens to you say, "Nasty this who you dissin'?"
Them Uptown niggas like, "He a waste of time, Bruh"
While them South niggas like, "You should save your rhymes, Cuz"
I'm the empirial of the stereo
Turn me up so you hear me, yo'
Set is inferior, so fear me when you
Get near me; Can you hear the
Fans cheering your
Demise? Eyes leering as I'm shearing you
Down to size. You seem a lil weary or
At least that's how you appearing.
Excuse me if I'm off beat, but are your eyes tearing?
Excuse me for bein' rude, but I just need some time for shearing
Or clearing my mind, let's go.
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I Like Thatby bnasty1013316 views
omq i love this too
dianals11 1 year ago
This Is Sick Bruh.....Keep Up The Good Work
XxTragicDayBreakxX 1 year ago