dodie

[Intro] Let me tell you the real story And why these niggas corny They just attention whores, see We do this shit for sport G We responded for free So they tried to ignore me and the shoe gang But you can't, cause Half A Meal was gory And this is why Hopsin and them is the fakest rappers You had the audacity to call out the Shady rappers But you already admitted CROOKED is your favorite rapper And you wanna be Em so bad you would name your baby after him Lame ass rappers, man let's get it... [Hook] Fuck volume, fuck Hopsin, nigga Fuck volume, nigga, fuck all 'em niggas Say fuck volume, say fuck Hopsin, nigga Fuck volume, nigga, fuck all 'em niggas They ain't hip hop, they ain't hip hop Niggas ain't hip hop, they ain't hip hop Nigga they corny, corny, mothafucka make way Brrrat! We strikin' back on the same day [Verse 1: Demetrius] Okay Hopsin is a bitch, his mama, she a bitch Fuck Jarren Benton's mama with a gonorrhea dick Fuck Dizzy Midget Wright just for bein' shorter than 5 feet and shit Father should've skeeted him out on his mama's weave and shit God is even pissed, prolly bein' dicked by Dame That sodomy is comedy to me Cause that means he's the only one of y'all That's literally cummin' hard on some shit After this, I should probably repent This shit is hella easy I mean Hopsin gettin' dropped by these ruthless records We Jerry Heller and Eazy Jarren Benton ain't sayin' shit when he tongue twistin' Just mumblin' sentences, nigga spits like his tongue's missin' Here's my number: (310) 695-0437, hit my line Any time, and we can meet up and you can get beat up In real time or I can put a hole off in your ill mind Horseshoe is hella dope, nigga, ask Jarren We rapin' you little kids, nigga, ask Jared I'ma call you niggas Kylie Jenner's dad Cause y'all lookin' like a bitch now, and you transparent [Verse 2: Dice] If you fuck with some real niggas then let me hear you say COB The legends recognize the Shoe Gang, shout out to Face Mob I throw shots, you take five and break time Y'all some Saved By the Bell mothafuckas, y'all probably went to Bayside I'm the kind that rape a bassline, I'm murderin' these rap dudes I'm finna smack this racoon hat dude, y'all some rap coons Bunch of Uncle Toms, you better dart and journey Far away cause I'm a viper you can't fuckin' dodge I fuckin' shine like neon lights, Fag Volume, y'all the gayest niggas I drag queens through the mud, y'all some Caitlyn Jenners Y'all ain't contenders, straight pretenders, y'all should straight surrender Bring a half a mil' to the table, you get ate for dinner He said we would get demolished, he soft in the head Come on Marcus, you can't mark us for dead Y'all wanna contact SwizZz then or blackout? Make you see black like his contact lenses Dizzy is a disgrace to Bone Thugs 'N' Harmony I'm the car in Casino, you never should've started me I got bad kidneys, bad liver and the heart disease And I'm an organ donor, y'all don't want no parts of me [Verse 3: Kenny] I'ma make you niggas start to hate your book pad Go ahead, throw some punches, I can take a good jab Like a bad image consultant or a bad optometrist Or a bad plastic surgeon, I can make you look bad I was smokin', watchin' Sway like, "Wait, what that nigga say? He can demolish my whole camp? Is that nigga cray?" I can blaze his whole camp without passin' a J They gon' learn today, tryna battle us rappin' is a Sad sight like watchin' a child that's bein' raped I'm as hard as tryna deal with your moms passin' away I can blow 'em away like dandelions These murderous rhymes come in handy, handy dandy lines Y'all sure you want these problems, are y'all for certain? But y'all about as weak as the legs on a starving person I know y'all are nervous cause your awful verses are far from perfect My bars are worse than a lethargic surgeon who's off of bourbons Searchin' your cause of hurtin' while workin' with retarded nurses Y'all caused waves? We gon' ride, call it surfin' Them raps on y'alls minds wasn't tight like fallin' turbans We make heat, they can't sleep like toss and turnin' [Verse 4: Julius] You know what this is, Hop You used to be hip hop, son, now you a hip hop sin, Hop Leave the battle to battle rappers, nigga, y'all should stop Fuck a battle, I'm the type to off a cop and walk off scott We four trigger fingers, die when a four get bent Add CROOK, we five fingers of death, we form a fist Jarry Bent, I'ma call you Benton Fonzworth You fired from hip hop, let's help Benton find work Yo Dizzy go back to Vegas cause this shit is too big of a gamble The shoes expose how defeat ain't pretty, nigga, like sandals In videos you niggas dressin' like rappin' Madeas Fruity as a glass of sangria We happy the fans get to see a massacre now faster than abracadabra We end your rappin' career, I keep it a buck like Sacajawea When I'm writing I'm a scientist, what I'm reciting it's inciting Riotous violence, this Leviathan's biopic I spit at these fags G, lyric spittin' is nasty Your name Dizzy Wright, or is it Dizzy D Flashy? Y'alls response don't matter, nigga We rap like we mad at niggas, same day, back at you niggas [Hook] Fuck volume, fuck Hopsin, nigga Fuck volume, nigga, fuck all 'em niggas Say fuck volume, say fuck Hopsin, nigga Fuck volume, nigga, fuck all 'em niggas They ain't hip hop, they ain't hip hop Niggas ain't hip hop, they ain't hip hop Nigga they corny, corny, mothafucka make way Brrrat! We strikin' back on the same day