WEALTHMASTA - Under My Shoe
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{Intro}
GoldenShower, ur a huge pussy
You literally dissed me for no reason
Ur clearly a loser trying to diss anyone you can for attention
Ur about to get demolished
{Verse}
Shitting and crying cause your bank account’s low
You wish you could have a fucking quarter of my dough
You ain’t popped no opps, you ain’t fucked no hoes
You don’t got no bars, you don’t got no flow
There ain’t a single person on your fucking fanpage
You didn’t get a prop during your entire rampage
Leave the fucking website, you belong backstage
If rap were a book, you’d be on the back page
You have a single fucking follower, yet 100 reputation
You’re a piece of shit, the sewer is your destination
I’d pull the fucking trigger with no hesitation
Hoist your corpse on a party table, throw a celebration
You ain't a threat, when I swat, you should shoo
Cause you’re like a damn bug, getting crushed under my shoe
Your weak attempts at “dissing” make me laugh at you
You tried to bite my style, but you lack the moves
I’m boutta rip you up, turn yo ass into chowder
Give you PTSD, hear my name and you’ll cower
Bitch, I’ll piss on you to demonstrate my power
And show you why your name is “GoldenShower”
You're just a mockery, you need to stop it, bum
Think you a prodigy, but you're just a sloppy chump
You ain't got property, can’t keep your pockets plump
You’re playin’ monopoly, but never bossin’ up
I’m a combat chief, I’m a pilot of war
Fuck you, geek, I bet you’re cryin’ for sure
Now get down on your knees, and be quiet, you whore
Just fuckin’ go to sleep, and stay silent some more
Step back, disappear, don't come knocking my door
You dropped six fucking disses, but you still haven’t scored
Wake up from your delusion, this ain’t folklore
Keep your dick-eating mouth shut, or I’ll turn you to gore
{Intro}
GoldenShower, ur a huge pussy
You literally dissed me for no reason
Ur clearly a loser trying to diss anyone you can for attention
Ur about to get demolished
{Verse}
Shitting and crying cause your bank account’s low
You wish you could have a fucking quarter of my dough
You ain’t popped no opps, you ain’t fucked no hoes
You don’t got no bars, you don’t got no flow
There ain’t a single person on your fucking fanpage
You didn’t get a prop during your entire rampage
Leave the fucking website, you belong backstage
If rap were a book, you’d be on the back page
You have a single fucking follower, yet 100 reputation
You’re a piece of shit, the sewer is your destination
I’d pull the fucking trigger with no hesitation
Hoist your corpse on a party table, throw a celebration
You ain't a threat, when I swat, you should shoo
Cause you’re like a damn bug, getting crushed under my shoe
Your weak attempts at “dissing” make me laugh at you
You tried to bite my style, but you lack the moves
I’m boutta rip you up, turn yo ass into chowder
Give you PTSD, hear my name and you’ll cower
Bitch, I’ll piss on you to demonstrate my power
And show you why your name is “GoldenShower”
You're just a mockery, you need to stop it, bum
Think you a prodigy, but you're just a sloppy chump
You ain't got property, can’t keep your pockets plump
You’re playin’ monopoly, but never bossin’ up
I’m a combat chief, I’m a pilot of war
Fuck you, geek, I bet you’re cryin’ for sure
Now get down on your knees, and be quiet, you whore
Just fuckin’ go to sleep, and stay silent some more
Step back, disappear, don't come knocking my door
You dropped six fucking disses, but you still haven’t scored
Wake up from your delusion, this ain’t folklore
Keep your dick-eating mouth shut, or I’ll turn you to gore