[Intro]
What's TGiH anyways?
Who are they?
Smoking weed all day, fuck TGiH
It's BBP all day
You already know what that bang bang for
(PA PA PA)
(Oh shit...)
[Verse 1: Lucas]
Fuck boys, tell you all I hear is fuck boys
(PA PA PA) I think you done made enough noise
Coming back like that, was your choice
So don't get made when we fucking destroy
Scottie Hall, still looking prepubescent
Been like 3 long years, since he hit adolescence
Become a man, 'fore you step up to my presence
And that's man with one N, almost forgot that you dyslexic
And if Eddie Cheddar Bob
Know that you just set him off
Legs fully healed, gun pointing at the heads of y'all
Fans raving, they from Baltimore, it's
Ironic, y'all bout good as that Baltimore kick
Stop lying, y'all know I'm the god of y'all, bitch
This fire, we must've lit a Molotov, shit
Y'all Feeling all high after only hit
Mixy, Graf, Hall, David, y'all should all quit
[Hook]
Work's never over
We be on that purp, never sober
You could get murked, bend 'em over
You should know, work's never over (x2)
[Verse 2: Yagod]
Ghosts must be thinking that all this booing is scaring 'em
Couple more bars I could've said, they wasn't airing 'em
Oh fuck no, taking that shot, are y'all on heroin?
No weddings but I swear that Jared coming from Marian
Pussies spitting on some suffering succotash shit
J. Graf seems to me like he's an upper-class bitch
Scottie on his tip, when did you fuckers last kiss?
You could come back, with no flow and dumb raps, another wack diss
My timeline plastered with bastards, can't see we got it mastered
Mixy, don't get me mixed up, this craft ain't cut out for you caspers
Fill me with evil, my heart darker than David
Y'all ashy, I mean salty, better stay up off my pavement
Y'all better pray, I'm coming as a predator
This shit heated, just check up on the temperature
Extraterrestrial, this way beyond the regular
But I ask you, at what point did I fucking need my cellular?
{Hook}
[Verse 3: Yagod]
Check the individuals, only coming through digital
Audibly made me miserable, bars are sounding so pitiful
Check the residuals, only coming at you with visuals
Once on flyer news, I guess now we'll paint a picture, too
There's a policy we work with, demand and supply
Mixy ask too many questions, that's why he work at the Y
Popping on the Twittersphere, don't interfere with my misson
Don't celebrate your Halloween like it's against my damn religion
I Peeped your track, and damn y'all bad at this
How I'm supposed to thank god for that wack ass diss?
With the pen, willing to make a Young Blood bleed
Twitter god, but on the mic you just can't succeed
I'm a savage, Imma go and drop a jungle bomb
David, quit rapping, back to the cabin, acting like Uncle Tom
This one go out to the fans of the TGi stuff
You only get half a bar : I don't give a fuck
{Hook}
(hold up)
[Verse 4: Droza]
No phone needed, but that diss was clearly written
The title to your song is a fucking contradiction
Your crew is number two like you screws are built from Dixon
My diction is non-fiction, TGiH, no competition
Thank god, I've been waiting a long time to do this
Mentioned my name, boy, and that was just foolish
Think this is a game, but my shit ain't humorous
Make the wrong move, and you're fucked like a Rubix
Can't mess with you squares man, this shit ain't cubics
You thought you guys could rap, but you just sound stupid
On the other hand, like Mayweather, I'm ruthless
As if we're playing hockey, I'll leave Scottie toothless
Speaking of the sucker
I heard he got a lover
The only problem with it is she's got a little blubber
Next up, Mixy, this one's a little tricky
I don't know much about you, but you're skill is kinda shitty
I know you play lacrosse so that means you're fucking soft
Your fans may be on, but your flow's a little off
Keep bringing up the past, but I'm living in the future
Obliterate you cats, and dump your shit in the sewer
I'm just getting started, but I'm more than halfway finished
Y'all were easy targets, half of you have been diminished
You might have sparked a flame, but I'm quick with the extinguish
You say i'm searching for fame, but Droza's already distinguished
Work's never over, so time for my next victim
Jared's too fragile, so you know I had to pick him
You tried taking shots, but like Shaq you bricked 'em
David, enough said, work on your damn rhythm
If your bars ain't hot, it's because I'm cold blooded
This lizard is a wizard with the gun, your blood's flooding
You done fucked up with words, my squad's gunning
White flag ain't enough for me, there's no running
