[Part 1 - Ramane's Diss (10 Bands)]
[Hook 1]
10 fans, 50 fans, 100 fans
Fuck it man, I would love to be just like you man
Why won't you be with me?
Aight fam imma get you while you fucking sleep, you gon do a song with me
[Verse 1]
Joker, man I love you, I want to be above you or at least up at your level, nah fuck it, Level 320 is far away imma need to boost up 319 levels to even be right underneath
But I'm hustling, I'm mobbing and grinding and tryna get it
I would finesse your bitch in the cuh cuh if she would let me
I really want a chick, I've never even kissed a girl
Yeah I know it's sad, but this is a sad sad world
It's sad that Lil B won't tweet me back, and it's sad that I slur my words when I open up my mouth
It's sad that I can't record on a Mac like Jon can, it's sad that I can't even rap, man, goddamn
[Hook 2]
100 fans, 500 fans, 1000 fans
Fuck this man, he's in everyone's discussions, man
Omg maybe
I can try to be his bff and then I can make a milli
[Verse 2]
Un-o, dos, tres, cuatro
He Mexican but look like he from Toronto
Drake from there but he white too, I fire shots at everyone from here to Timbuktu
Jon prolly a Jew, lemme make fun of him about it for the next week or two, that's what imma do
I'm so fucking sick, I've been writing this hit with him, his verse is shit but mine is fire imma kill this bitch
On his own song, that's the type of shit I like to do, don't fuck with me and I'll fuck with you anyway, ooh
Shoutout to the streets of that neighboring town I claim to live at to sound cool but I don't really dude
[Hook 3]
1000 fans, 5000 fans, where's the next number he ain't never reached 10,000 fans, what a bitch, man
Omg where is he
He been out for weeks, he's not sick like he says, I betchu he's hiding from me
[Verse 3]
I don't understand what's going on
Jon says he's been sick but he's prolly working on songs
What a fucking bitch, oh he's feeling better, nah I don't believe that motherfucker
I thought me and him could be together
I've been talking shit to him for weeks cause he's such a fuckboy I don't see him in the streets near me
He should be here cause I said I want to fight him, he hasn't made me famous yet and that is annoying
Monday morning I'm getting called into the office apparently Jon wants me to stop it
I need to stop threatening him and saying that imma kill him when he's better and he comes back to school, what a fucking snitch he a fucking bitch and a fuckboy imma fuck him up if I see him, wait I heard that he's leaving this school cause he ain't healing
Oh he's actually been sick this whole time, his asthma is severe
And the school said that he can't complete this year cause he missed too many days so if he don't leave now he gon have to repeat the grade? What a liar, his pants are on fucking fire, imma light them, what a fuckboy snitch need a reason to leave school when he can't stand up to his friend that's not cool you stupid bitch, I thought that you were cool but you ain't so for the next year imma talk trash to you over kik
[Part 2 - JOKER's Response (No Tellin')]
[Verse 4]
I understand that you think of me while you're masturbating
Get me the fuck out of your mind before I castrate you
You instigate then insist that it's just retaliation
Why so serious? No, why the fuck are you so agitated?
I understand I'm aggravating, but in fact, you're just mad that I can rap better than you and you're black
And I'm far from it, but still I ball, so, go on, suck it
It's not my fault that my talent is what you all covet
You think I'm a snitch having pretenses that you're black and I'm white so that makes me the bitch but I have evidence, you can't plea the fifth, or you'll be six feet deep in the shit I spit
You insist that pound cake was a diss, but since it wasn't I'll use a drake beat to actually slay you on motherfucker
I've got so much shit that one song could not fit it
You text me out of the blue asking for my bitches
You dress like a wannabe Kanye with red lipstick and you rap like Taylor swift, so no wonder you never finish
Started talking shit in the fall of 2013
2014 passed and still you're riding my d
Looking for ways to live out your dream of being famous but find other coattails to tear at the seam
You're tryna bring me down, bitch, don't you see I'm flying still?
If you wanna fight for real meet me up in Hyattsville
If you want to waste gas money and drive, feel free, but don't expect to see me when you arrive, capish?
I'm not wasting good money on you, you would have a better chance getting bought out if you were actual ramen noodles
What do you want? You want me to say I'm rich? I'm far from that too, you see a silver spoon in my lips?
The only thing I see between yours is a dick, and you should probably get it out of there before the chorus hits
[Hook]
No Telling, No Telling
Ain't No Telling
No Telling, No Telling, No Telling
No Telling what imma do to these fake friends
[Verse 5]
No telling how much longer I can deal with these fake friends, it's time consuming to have a loser on your back acting stupid all the time pretending
To be cool for a minute then five seconds pass and they're trying to shoot you or shove their boot in your ass
And a whole year later you're still a hater
I'm not in your life, but still you want beef and potatoes
And want to beat my ass for having more talent than you as a creator
We used to be buds, but now you're nothing to me but paper
Cause you flat out acted like you were more than a dope
Making songs about killing me, that's a murder she wrote
Burning bridges that I crossed with every one of my bros
And I find that they keep tryna act like it was a joke
And a whole fucking year's passed for you to speak up
Now you take to vine to try and act like you're tough?
You came into my house and stole the shit that I loved
But "Fuck you Jon, you can burn in hell for what you've done
You fucking racist, I hate you, and your Mexican dad
I hope he gets fucking deported back to his homeland!"
You're insinuating that I'm a racist, but then display the same characteristic in your statement
You're calling me a snake in the grass but at least I don't cry wolf when I'm caught being a female one
It's pretty simple, just don't be a bitch and then a year later come back and expect us to be best buds
You thought that you were dope
For a bit, you thought you were winning
For a bitch, you're quite the pussy and you've been from the beginning
You claim to fuck with my girl but you need a cock to get with a chicken
She'd probably sell herself to you, but you're broke, so who am I kidding
I never even messed with her, she left my head spinning
At the last minute she broke the news that she preferred women
I couldn't really tell cause she was spitting, her mouth was full, it's possible that her statement coulda been different
But then she bit hard it was so much more than she could swallow
There's good reason my nickname is 320, do you follow?
But don't wallow in my jokes, honestly I wouldn't touch her with a 320 inch pole
You get it? I know you're slower than a turtle with you sitting on its shell but so you know
If you don't get cooked with it, that turtle soup is delicious if you add noodles to keep the turtle flavor forgotten
But how many noodles could a shitty rapper suck on if the shitty rapper was named Raman?
