B Hermit - Laurie Strode
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(intro: d diligent)
Man i'm tried of this attention fuckin' whore
(just stick to lyrics, you should ghost write for d diligent)
(?...) bro nobody can understand you
The most-
The most people can understand you, when your dissing us bro
Get that wack ass diss off me
(?...)
B hermit play the beat!
(verse: b hermit)
Look mans talkin' bout da mandem
Talkin' bout my lyrics, you be feelin' like fantano
Don't know about yours, i can't even understand em'
Teach me how to rap, hold on you ain't spit like canons
Producin' yo own beats, got you feelin' like you metro
You was eatin' chloe, how you feelin' like a hero?
Lookin' at yo views all of dem', they on zero
All on zеro
All on-
Talk bout these guns, ima commit redrum
Why you rap, inhеrit mamas money, take her breadcrumbs
You be feelin' like a pigeon, fleein' when the hot sun
Spittin' fire right up in yo eye
Laurie strode yo girlfriend finna make you die
You say that you myers
Michael doesn't cry
Talkin' bout my height, when u know you can't hoop
Sayin' that you spit, when you can't dribble, look at up right at you
Got my homie over here, this ain't a game for two (yo!)
Goin' so fast, i threw you in last, i promise you can't catch up
You make gold? they turn to mold, that's why you don't wear sum
Watch on my momentum
Lil bro just watch my dust
Blew em' in yo face
That's the reason why you cannot see the ones to trust and ones to duck
That's why is you is metro gnome, obsessed with gardens, you both suck
You be makin' all us sleep, just grab a pillow, and we tucked
You know how you we met, due to my bars, ain't no stupid luck
Ain't no stupid luck-
You can't rap on beat, instead you finna get beat
Jabbed you once, repeat
I put this boy to sleep
Put you in a cradle, call this diss "childs play", cause the way
Lil' bro mentions toys is you 8?
No matter what the age, i can tell you outta date, and
Just because i stutter, doesn't mean i cannot make you choke up on yo words
I can spot the s-s-snakes, you flow bit, now you low-key hurt
Now you low-key hurt
You ain't no lil' freshman, you been retakin' yo classes
What do you expect? you abusin' hallway passes
Sneakin' just to see a girl who ain't know who her crush is
Losses
Word to workin', ain't know who the boss is?
Compared me to wava, when he ain't know what hip-hop is
Puppets
Imitatin' me, and cause a ruckus
Talkin' so much smack, when you never felt a punch and
I'm the bully, don't need money for some food cuz i know who my lunch is
Shut yo mouth, lil' rookie
All yo songs they filthy
My songs they be filthy rich and i don't got no money
How you lettin' yo girl fall in love with bro who is named after a cookie?
That's goofy
You took me
Manipulated me and made me work up on an lp
Forgot about the ep, i'm sorry
It be hard to mention that cuz it's so, uh dookie
When you mentioned overusin' styles, that's when you lost me
3 guns for the victim
Load out, then i snipe em'
Feel like a lil' villain
It's you who needs the pain killers
Wait for sway miller
Got you wrapped around my finger
The one for them triggers
Can't bend yo little fingers?
Now you cannot write, cannot flow bite
Stick to freestylin', same one you sent 4 nights ago
But when you write a diss back, rap as a ghost
We gon' clown you lil' bro
(outro: sway miller)
You clown, you stupid little clown
You clown, you stupid little clown
You clown, you stupid little clown
You clown, you stupid little clown
Man i'm tried of this attention fuckin' whore
(just stick to lyrics, you should ghost write for d diligent)
(?...) bro nobody can understand you
The most-
The most people can understand you, when your dissing us bro
Get that wack ass diss off me
(?...)
B hermit play the beat!
(verse: b hermit)
Look mans talkin' bout da mandem
Talkin' bout my lyrics, you be feelin' like fantano
Don't know about yours, i can't even understand em'
Teach me how to rap, hold on you ain't spit like canons
Producin' yo own beats, got you feelin' like you metro
You was eatin' chloe, how you feelin' like a hero?
Lookin' at yo views all of dem', they on zero
All on zеro
All on-
Talk bout these guns, ima commit redrum
Why you rap, inhеrit mamas money, take her breadcrumbs
You be feelin' like a pigeon, fleein' when the hot sun
Spittin' fire right up in yo eye
Laurie strode yo girlfriend finna make you die
You say that you myers
Michael doesn't cry
Talkin' bout my height, when u know you can't hoop
Sayin' that you spit, when you can't dribble, look at up right at you
Got my homie over here, this ain't a game for two (yo!)
Goin' so fast, i threw you in last, i promise you can't catch up
You make gold? they turn to mold, that's why you don't wear sum
Watch on my momentum
Lil bro just watch my dust
Blew em' in yo face
That's the reason why you cannot see the ones to trust and ones to duck
That's why is you is metro gnome, obsessed with gardens, you both suck
You be makin' all us sleep, just grab a pillow, and we tucked
You know how you we met, due to my bars, ain't no stupid luck
Ain't no stupid luck-
You can't rap on beat, instead you finna get beat
Jabbed you once, repeat
I put this boy to sleep
Put you in a cradle, call this diss "childs play", cause the way
Lil' bro mentions toys is you 8?
No matter what the age, i can tell you outta date, and
Just because i stutter, doesn't mean i cannot make you choke up on yo words
I can spot the s-s-snakes, you flow bit, now you low-key hurt
Now you low-key hurt
You ain't no lil' freshman, you been retakin' yo classes
What do you expect? you abusin' hallway passes
Sneakin' just to see a girl who ain't know who her crush is
Losses
Word to workin', ain't know who the boss is?
Compared me to wava, when he ain't know what hip-hop is
Puppets
Imitatin' me, and cause a ruckus
Talkin' so much smack, when you never felt a punch and
I'm the bully, don't need money for some food cuz i know who my lunch is
Shut yo mouth, lil' rookie
All yo songs they filthy
My songs they be filthy rich and i don't got no money
How you lettin' yo girl fall in love with bro who is named after a cookie?
That's goofy
You took me
Manipulated me and made me work up on an lp
Forgot about the ep, i'm sorry
It be hard to mention that cuz it's so, uh dookie
When you mentioned overusin' styles, that's when you lost me
3 guns for the victim
Load out, then i snipe em'
Feel like a lil' villain
It's you who needs the pain killers
Wait for sway miller
Got you wrapped around my finger
The one for them triggers
Can't bend yo little fingers?
Now you cannot write, cannot flow bite
Stick to freestylin', same one you sent 4 nights ago
But when you write a diss back, rap as a ghost
We gon' clown you lil' bro
(outro: sway miller)
You clown, you stupid little clown
You clown, you stupid little clown
You clown, you stupid little clown
You clown, you stupid little clown
