Where Ya Angels Now (Diss to D A N N Y ) - Big Berd

[VERSE 1]
Yo Danny you just warm, man, you ain't fuckin hot,
you think your so special and shit but you not,
You scared of my mix cause you saw how it got so many votes,
You knew i spoke the truth that's why you blocked my public notes,
I ain't fuckin jealous of you, fucker you can go to hell,
Always be paradin around like ya shit don't smell,
How can i be jealous of you when you're like 22,
And you don't act your age you act the size of your shoe,
Dude look at me I'm what the industry's scared of,
Ain't nobody scared of you, you needa be taken care of,
Back in school you was the teacher's pet, yeah the snitch,
Now when you at work you ain't nothin but the boss' bitch,
But watch this now, yeah, imma put my styles on you,
Im gona put you on the game, you gona like it too,
The way I'm sick wit the flow, and I'm phat with my rhymes,
You phat like celery bro, you don't even write fuckin lines

[VERSE 2]
Little Danny, little Danny, I put my boot up ya fanny,
You still drink from ya mama's tits and cry to ya granny,
You claim that Hardway Masters is a family, not a team,
A family with a c.e.o.? Do you even know what c.e.o. means?
You say I sound white no shit sherlock I'm a white guy,
But my skin makes no difference with a bullet in your eye,
You really ain't doin nothin but preachin to the choir,
Not me though, wit real talk, I'm spittin that fire,
You see I deliver when i'm givvin you that inferno,
Shit, you be deliverin about as much as Dijiorno,
Fuck ya angels, I'm the devil, man, welcome to hades,
Strangle you then run over ya corpse wit my mercedes,
Look, I can make a ouiji board jump up and slap you,
You see I use my lyrical talent to attack you
Where's your talent? Oh that's right you ain't got none,
You ain't hot son, you make wack tracks then you drop, ya done.

[VERSE 3]
I go hard like concrete, you go hard like hot butter,
I will fucking murder you and throw you out in the gutter,
I should say it one more time to make sure I didn't stutter,
Th-th-th-that's all folks, listen to these words i utter,
See now this is the part, where shit starts to get get worse,
Frustrated? You can curse, until your head bursts.
Now this is the part, where shit gets deeper,
I'm the angel of death, but you call me the Reaper

Category:

People & Blogs

Tags:

• Big
• Berd
• Natasha
• Beddingfield
• Angel
• Danny

[ay0CUhH]

i lIke tHis t00!