We need moar hardcore and shocking. How about Grandmaster Bizzy Breezy AKA The Queen Killer? The we can loss of British people, cross dressers, and Freddy Mercury fans. Its sooooooooo controversial!
Had to put this one on YouTube, SoundCloud blocked it for copyrights lolz. Anyways, pretty much my first diss track. Takes shots at Waka Flocka, Soulja Boy, New Boyz, Lil B, just fake ass Hip Hop in general. That's the point of it overall. Had to edit the beat a bit, just put a chorus effect on it to pass it on YouTube.
Hip Hop's Back, Hip Hop's Back. Yo, I'm sick of all these fuckin' dance and snappin' tracks. I'm a real fuckin' lyricist, flows for days. Teach Me How To Dougie, Teach Me How To Jerk, that shit's a phase. 2x
Hip Hop's Back, I'm bringin' Hip Hop back. Schoolin' all these fuckin' jokers, yo, and that's a wrap. You be good on your feet, but go toe to toe with me. Teach me how to patch 'em up, they've been assaulted lyrically. Do it to the death of me, do it metaphorically. Can you rap? Man, I apologize, that was rhetorically. Asked, man, I don't give a fuck about your cash. All that bullshit seems to be giving you diaper rash. Makin' profit off of adlibs BOW BOW BOW. I can do it too, now where's my cash COW COW COW? Now, I'll admit, boy, you makin' some decent party tracks. But what's that matter when they forgotten lookin' three years back? Yo, ya flow is wack, matter fact, it's non-existent. Simple minded nimwits writing lyrics like an infant. So as long as this fake ass Hip Hop remains and lingers. Keep on snappin' and twistin', and I'll keep on breaking all your fingers.
(Repeat Hook.)
Soulja Boy said Tell 'Em. Homie, you just fell off. Thinkin' you the shit, but honestly, I think your smell's off. No lyrical ability, so tell 'em how to Crank That. Once the kiddies find a new flavor, then your bank's flat. Self proclaimed God, you proclaiming that you Based and shit. If you a fucking God, then I'm a motherfucking Atheist. Bitch, you ain't a God, look at all the nonbelievers. Think you swaggin' by rappin' 'bout skinny pants like Justin Bieber? Yo, if you a God, then I'm your muhfuckin' creator. Yo, I'm loyal to the game, and to me, you just a traitor. I'm really fuckin' sickened by the game that is in front of me. Bubblegum Rappers, they buzzin' more than a honey bee. Hip Hop's dead, is this really what it's come to? Rappin' bout Wonton Soup, is that what suits you? Hip Hop's Back, it's a fuckin' resurrection. Bringin' bars that's goin' harder than Lil B's homo erection.
Ill take this one over any of your other raps thus far. Good job. I love the concept (zomg, a rap with a focused, central theme?) How long did this one take you to write? Not sure if I would call it a diss track though, besides the Soulja Boy line it wasnt really aimed at anyone in particular. Also, for the next one, moar punchlines.
Ill take this one over any of your other raps thus far. Good job. I love the concept (zomg, a rap with a focused, central theme?) How long did this one take you to write? Not sure if I would call it a diss track though, besides the Soulja Boy line it wasnt really aimed at anyone in particular. Also, for the next one, moar punchlines.
Dude, that whole second verse shat all over Lil B lol. He calls himself The Based God. With that in mind, re-read that second verse. Thank you though. Took maybe 2 hours total? Wrote the first verse yesterday, but was too tired to finish, and I just finished the second verse about 2 hours ago.
Also, the line "Bringin' bars that's goin' harder than Lil B's homo erection." is a shot at Lil B, because his album is called I'm Gay, and he has a line in his Like A Martian Freestyle that says "I rock them skinny pants just like a faggot." explaining the previous line about skinny pants. Also, the adlibs line was a shot at Waka. Dude is literally famous for adlibbing BOW BOW BOW, WAKA!, BRICK SQUUUUAAADDDD, Etc. in literally every song.
What really surprises me is how the majority of every hip hop artist's songs are just boasts about themselves, and people are still interested. Even Odd Future. Perfect example: Erik's current sig. Even if some of it is meaningful, it's still entirely self-centered. It's almost like it's there to fill space, or they can't think of anything else to rap about. At least it's acceptable to have all your songs about the same thing in this here "rap game"
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From Those Fishes - I Fingered An Old Bitch (i got Aids on my finger)
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From Those Fishes - I Fingered An Old Bitch (i got Aids on my finger)
The we can loss of British people, cross dressers, and Freddy Mercury fans. Its sooooooooo controversial!
Lyrics:
(Hook.)
Hip Hop's Back, Hip Hop's Back.
Yo, I'm sick of all these fuckin' dance and snappin' tracks.
I'm a real fuckin' lyricist, flows for days.
Teach Me How To Dougie, Teach Me How To Jerk, that shit's a phase. 2x
Hip Hop's Back, I'm bringin' Hip Hop back.
Schoolin' all these fuckin' jokers, yo, and that's a wrap.
You be good on your feet, but go toe to toe with me.
Teach me how to patch 'em up, they've been assaulted lyrically.
Do it to the death of me, do it metaphorically.
Can you rap? Man, I apologize, that was rhetorically.
Asked, man, I don't give a fuck about your cash.
All that bullshit seems to be giving you diaper rash.
Makin' profit off of adlibs BOW BOW BOW.
I can do it too, now where's my cash COW COW COW?
Now, I'll admit, boy, you makin' some decent party tracks.
But what's that matter when they forgotten lookin' three years back?
Yo, ya flow is wack, matter fact, it's non-existent.
Simple minded nimwits writing lyrics like an infant.
So as long as this fake ass Hip Hop remains and lingers.
Keep on snappin' and twistin', and I'll keep on breaking all your fingers.
(Repeat Hook.)
Soulja Boy said Tell 'Em.
Homie, you just fell off.
Thinkin' you the shit, but honestly, I think your smell's off.
No lyrical ability, so tell 'em how to Crank That.
Once the kiddies find a new flavor, then your bank's flat.
Self proclaimed God, you proclaiming that you Based and shit.
If you a fucking God, then I'm a motherfucking Atheist.
Bitch, you ain't a God, look at all the nonbelievers.
Think you swaggin' by rappin' 'bout skinny pants like Justin Bieber?
Yo, if you a God, then I'm your muhfuckin' creator.
Yo, I'm loyal to the game, and to me, you just a traitor.
I'm really fuckin' sickened by the game that is in front of me.
Bubblegum Rappers, they buzzin' more than a honey bee.
Hip Hop's dead, is this really what it's come to?
Rappin' bout Wonton Soup, is that what suits you?
Hip Hop's Back, it's a fuckin' resurrection.
Bringin' bars that's goin' harder than Lil B's homo erection.
(Repeat Hook.)
The words "rap game" also annoy me.