This Is Your King Tory Lanez Diss Pt. 2

Don Q

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I don't wanna be your friend after this
So I'ma get this out real early
Suck my dick!

I seen this shit comin' in plain sight
We waitin' at stage bright
I had two rounds the same night
Just hold the short jokes, we the same height
We'll recover his body and never be discovered but his remains might
It's feelin' like I'm pickin' on nerds (Pickin' on nerds)
This a miniature purge, from top five to the injured reserve
I stomped his head 'til it's a chip in the curb, but stampede
Oh you box? Bet these bullets faster than your hand speed
Cruisin' in the Van deep
Spot him on his rap tour in Toronto
And who go back up the guard like VanVleet?
You really let the fame go to your head (For real)
Hope you know what you said (What?)
I want to throw this nigga over the ledge
Bruce Willis in Sixth Sense, he don't know that he dead
Can let him find out for himself or I could show him instead (I could show him)
And I can see your scare tactics (Tactics)
You was where trappin'
You was homeless sleepin' on your homie's air mattress
Every artist that's in the game know you a actual lame
You was a bum askin' for change and that's factual Lanez
I heard you bought a new hairline 'cause it don't grow no more
Fordham Road you was gettin' jewelry off the clothing store
It took you long enough, I was startin' to get impatient (Impatient)
I sent the message to you, I'm hopin' your fans relay it
Oh, you Terrance and Phillip? This Canadian Anime
Niggas scared and they bishop say your name when the camera playin'
Ain't no fuckin' R&B nigga that's harmin' me nigga
What you gon' kill me with? A harmony nigga?
Oh this ain't what he predict (No)
I hope he mentally and physically fit
Lil' Tory, stay in your lane 'fore you flip off a cliff
I throw him in a headlock, this nigga fragile as shit (Frail as shit)
Craig Parks chasin' the dog then you slid through some shit
I'm talkin' real pain, you had a nine to five before your deal came (Yeah)
Chill Lanez, hammer bang, got a nine mil' Lanez
I told this nigga put on his boots, I got my foot on his stoop
Look how long this nigga took to recoup (How long he took to recoup)
I can tell I got you shook by the look, it's the proof
They got studios in Dubai, nigga, what's your excuse? (Nigga, what's your excuse?)
You let him talk 'til I put him on mute (Put him on)
You think you dope as Shakur
With you nose ring, tats showin' and all (Tats showin')
You wanna rap fast now? Oh you Tory Lamar? (Tory)
Back down Tory then come back 'round for Tory tomorrow
Nigga clumsy, I clipped his legs, stand over and draw
Humpty Dumpty, I cracked his egg all over the wall (Splat)
You just a celebrity cornball (Cornball)
You brung up Boogie, look I warned y'all
Arrivin' onto your dick, now we on y'all
He lackin' with his bitch, he ain't on guard
I spit 10, missed 10 but I caught in the air like a coin toss (Coin toss)
I heard you joined forces, you gon' need some assistance
Next time shut your mouth and start keepin' your distance
I told you you was gon' die, like to speak in existence
This what happens when good kids put their feet in the trench
I was in your penthouse in Miami, that shit was dope
In and outta the bathroom, I know you was sniffin' coke
Slit your throat, wipe your blood on your teeth
While you was guzzlin' bleach I let the gym star bubble your cheeks (Bubble)
I hope they sent it to your mother whin' that cover release (When that cover release)
You should've never let her son in the streets (Nah)
Call your sisters and brothers, tell 'em you love 'em, nigga hug 'em and leash
Then come outside and get some mud on your feet, pussy (Mud on your feet)
You feelin' froggy, let's dance nigga, WB
This a joke, you ain't a G.O.A.T., you a mutt with a leash
Muzzle on a Desert Eagle just to cover the beat
Tell your people to call a huddle with me (Now keep goin')
You got hot doin' remixes, (What else?) this is three-sixes
When you see Tory suited up, (What) know I mean business
He home booted up without a piece in it, it's the free clinic
Kids there, I'ma leave that bitch without a seed in it
Daystar, I heard you was rappin' in gay bars (Aa)
They pumpin' your battery until I get the same charge
Chainsaw verse a butter knife, you really must don't love your life
You fully calm? This ain't nothin' nice, I hope you bring a pipe
You spent night with twin bull dogs then we cut the lights
They look just alike, when one barked then the other bite
You talk about your bar level then you let a god test you
You a con, it's about time they knew the Don special
Before rap it was hand to hand like an arm wrestle
You rung the alarm now you runnin' until a bomb catch you
I ain't even gonna let you breath one bit (Nah)
This that Beenie flow when he tried to son kiss
Hater got his beanie low, drum clip, one click
I wanna see him hung, lynched, body where the skunks stink
You grew up out in Brampton that shit look like the Hamptons
Ain’t no killers out lampin’, ain’t no houses gettin’ ran in
I been waitin’ for a rapper to step, askin’ for wreck
Ain’t nobody out rap me that I actually met
I tell 'em creep up, put the heat up to the back of his neck
Through his Adam's apple, as soon as he collapse you collect
Alex Trabeck, you on Jeopardy, I'm addin' a death
To your legacy so you better be attackin' correct
And I can smell goofy, I can tell you a male groupie
You don't even got a hood, this nigga grew up well truthfully
I could go to Hollywood back to where they sell loosies
Where most niggas dropped out or got expelled usually
Took you three days, I needed a clean hour
Your baby mama named Raina right, I know you seen Power
You powder play with your nose, it's takin' a toll
With the eye brows up you look 80 years old
Hey you should know that I might stain your face
This the old Don, I had to go and dig in the crate
You prolly put a thong on when you listen to Drake
Who can I run to with his head, y'all think he really escape
Karaoke sing along, tell your cheerleaders bring it on
The neighbor used to pay you by the week to come and clean the lawn
The Everglades high, ain't no robbers in there
Sound like a bunch of scholars in there
You're not just prepared
Tell me, when you ate up Drake's dick, did you swallow?
'Cause you're whole diss sound like five A.M. in Toronto
I load the clip up like it's bufferin', you're shiverin', you was stutterin'
You was bublin' 'til Sean Kingston robbed you of your publishin'
You woke up in the sas and now you're about to get assassinated
You got me aggravated 'cause that whole verse was fabricated
I got chased? Show some pictures and footage
You run with niggas that get robbed and party with the nigga that took it
The nigga is puddin', they walk with their necks down
Go find some more lies and another nigga flow for the next round

I ain't lettin' you breathe one bit, nigga
We ain't lettin' up, my foot on the gas, nigga
Stop askin' for help and start rappin' yourself, nigga
That nigga is scared
Whoever helped him they're gonna need more and more and more
I'm punishin' by myself, nigga
When ever you drop, I'ma drop, nigga
No timin'
Don, bitch (Yeah)
fuente: musica.com

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