Deadboi

Provost

I wasn’t gonna do this, but you’re a fuckin bitch, bitch When your friends become your haters Fuckin weird pedo-beard Shave that weird patchy hair on your face And for god’s sake, stop SCREAMIN ON THE MIC! “EPIC RAP BATTLES OF IMAGINATION, BITCH!” Fuckin mama’s boy… NicePeter just hit me on a text Last night he thought your battle was a wreck Wait, you’re gonna ignore us? I’m perplexed We’ve all sent you a message and left us all on read Damn, I’m really sorry you made it come to this And I would never do this for a hundred clicks But I’ve got an idea for this fucker’s diss And I wasn’t gonna publish it, but the whole crew’s lovin it Zandy Flandy, listen, man, I never thought I’d come to face you But you’ve betrayed dude so put away that self esteem and answer the people that made you And I could care less if your weird ass tried to upstage me Cause you been gettin that ERBP money and still haven’t paid me And they call me the wannabe, but you sure are pretty fuckin Shady You on a rhyme got the crowd yelling “BOO!” (“you suck!”) So before you try, I doubt anyones letting you make a sting like “The Cover Album was sickening Listening to Bling Face sing is making my ears ring Say I need some autotune, bitch, this is a rap battle and you’d fumble with the mic ‘fore you ever had your ass tackled Fuckin’ redhead, you’ve been a bad apple Sunkist-luva Fanta-sizes about Zack’s ass hole! Bro chill, ORANGE ya glad you had me go there? You been ignoring and don’t wanna open our mail So now I’m goin HAM cause you opened the can of spam Well too bad I’m white, coulda call it blackmailed Hold up, is that a green screen or a mold field? And the fuck’s on your shirt? Cream cheese or old milk? Ugh, You’ll never get a date dirty boy, so keep suckin’ your own dick! “Your last cover album sucked. You need singing classes Oh shoot, I think I been missing my classes, procrastinating on rap battles” Such a fuckin’ hypocrite when you come at me, lil goof And luxury? OH, we know that you’ve got a brand new camera and studio To go with just to try to use it for the channel that you stole bitch Giving the innocent look like, “What money is this money you speak of? I Don’t know shit!” Just in my mini GOAT stage and still killing your face, literally, thank you to Matthew You can clearly see I’m aimed directly @ you Your ass is grass. Your a DEADBOI like statue! GLLRRLLAT! TAT-TAT-TAT- pew! Even with my weak shots, you’ve become the past dude Nobody want fuck with him No one wants to talk to him While we’re on the subject, it’s probably because of autism Oooh shit. WAIT! But have I gone too far? Nahh, you’ve made of cancer dawg And we finna tell mommy if you don’t answer dawg! Now I remember you complainin’ you didn’t like to stand too long Well now you stand alone, all because you couldn’t stand to loan (“RAP BATTLE OUTRO!”) So now there’s you, dancing alone And how come you scrapped the final battle after everyone did their part, like it doesn’t concern you? Now we all gotta make a new tracks. (“but why Zander?”) Probably cause you know we already murdered you YOU’RE A DEADBOI YOU’RE A DEADBOI YOU’RE A DEADBOI YOU’RE SO. FUCKIN. DEAD. BOI! I’m sick you sayin you look buff when all I can see is chub, motherfucker, so let’s talk about it Everyday your mama cooks you up some lunch and you’re like What? 21 or something? Yea we can talk about it I’m sick of the long hair and your hearing it’s pretty off, so we can talk about it I love this track man, but I got my own part if you think I’m trying to be a Marshall Mathers I just wanna talk are you hearing me boi? I don’t even care about a parody boi I just wanna fuck with ya lyrically boi After this, I bet you finna need some therapy boi You don’t intimidate me cause you dont compare to me boi I’m on another level, put me on a pedestal, and motherfuckin stare at me Boi, fucking cherish me boi. Get ready with the parachute, better prepare to Deploy Cause they been looking up to you but this is how I drop you off And why is it in every call, Zander’s got his webcam On actin all weird and shit like twerking, or literally jerking off I’m sick of this gingered twerp like, Justin, why’d we let him work for us? I know it seemed impossible in the beginning without an editor But just think without Zander, overtime, we could’ve gotten better Sure it would’ve taken a little longer, but maybe we could’ve ended up Bigger Maybe we’d still be going, making a living, but we got played by this Fucking ginger We were gonna give it a little time and maybe try to work something out with ya But Justin just informed me that you STILL be claiming our dimes, cause Cam done outed ya Ok, I might’ve said “our dimes” but I did it for the rhyme I’m actually talkin about THOUSANDS bruh And you better hope you didn’t spend a motherfucking penny Because thats a lot of money that your gonna have to salvage up

Written by: Nathan ProvostLyrics © O/B/O DistroKidLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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