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lirik lagu un-f**king-titled (deezy solo) – the glory

this lame is sad his face is bashed your the g-yest f-g
your mainly trash quit hating that im flames your ash
no that your insanely wack and your played tracks, you got no swag
they ain’t matched to to my blatant raps you say you rap?
just face the facts you won’t be dope if your laced with crack
the only thing your rapping/wrapping is groceries in a paper bag
dude your so d-mned you know for a fact that theres no chance
its like you have no hands cus your punches dont land
but you know that im dope, please one sniff of my sh-t your nose bleeds
sayin you special, maybe its the cl-sses, slow g
and your throwing trashy rhymes your littering literally
this is a vets game and your just to small even for lil leagues
peewee, b-tch and yo scripts are weak get your sick? i like cheese. n-gga, please
f-ck you and where you came from i’ll end you instantly n0body would know about your misery(misourri)
dont like my style? i’ll change it to this f-gs flow its sad yo
but to all you wannabes you suck………………….black hole
and you talk a whole lotta sh-t………..-ss hole
youre like a toothles guy, tryna brush his t–th………blbl
i’ll choke your verse your a joke to earth
i’ll make sure breezy is dead lying down holding a bible like hes in church
causzse thats my bro, you writing an actual punchline would be an amazing task
i’ll put more holes in his face than jasons mask, with a pencil, or maybe just the rubbery thing. what is that called? i have no idea…..umm chereser? no, ummm eraser hahahahahahahahaha
okay im going to stop f-cking playing now lol it goes like this (n-gga can go eat a d-ck)
yo!!!
he’s struggling to keep up with me its like your fighting tracks
and once i cl-ssify this as a diss he’ll be to much of a p-ssy to write back
so where your rhymes at so go ahead and respond back with your lines f-g
punchlines hit you till your eyes black, n-gga sayin he gets the paper, yeah to wipe my -ss!!!
can’t even sit in the back with the rest of the cl-ss, excuse me, i have gas
wouldn’t pull off your rhymes if it were a price tag
its lunch time this f-cks lines are a waist of dumb rhymes
during lunch time that one time is when he’s serving punchlines
well, i chew them, and i spew them, cause im a f-cking black dude
you wear baggy clothes, and gold chains, i just want to pimp slap you
i’m black jesus, but not god’s “sun”, you need to sit in the shade
you gonna stay a virgin so when he raps and f-cks some one over in a battle he considers it getting laid
your not balling i’ll school you on the court till your lungs collapse
you a snitch you know the only time youll cop will be with a gun and badge
even with your punchlines you couldn’t be f-cken fighting texts
quit lying, you take words up the -ss, virginity lost… cyber s-x
deezy will keep squishing this bug till this stupid maggots all sore
serve you with flow and get dunked on by me on your own home made basketball court
facebook fans, do i got em, yeah, well they ain’t seen nothin yet
me and breezy , we the glory, and with angel, we be reppin triple threat
i’ll make make sure the pain injects,your like the rest i crushed,same insects
you have no cleverness in your wordplay your writing simple songs dude
your ill? f-ck no! im sicker than the f-ckin pimples on you
yor scripts played, your sh-ts lame, this pr-cks g-y , youre my sh-t stains
january 2nd, king among men mixtape
w-ngster the only time you dump on some one is when you dump on your self with your own sh-t
beat you with a steal pipe and you wouldn’t know what a chrome is
think you f-cking with enock the joker, now im deezy there’s no luck if you used a clover
tie a noose to shoulders pull you apart till you blew all over if rap was alcohol this dude would be sober
n-gga, you fake g, ain’t never even held a super soaker
dope? theres no way you can be you got no fan’s see, your -ss weak garbage when this f-g speaks
get slapped, see your raps geez, some one help this man please, cleanup in ailse 3
and if some one says my bars suck, everybody would be on they d-mn knees
the sh-t i’ve written leave you in a tragic condition
you can’t have it now listen my writens will damage your vision
your not a rappin magician your not adapting with sick scripts
i’ll be trashing this nit wit, 6th grade, pink slips, while im smashing ya chicks cl-t
attacking with sick scripts you’ll be backing off with this sh-t
seeing sharp rhymes will be slashing your eye lashes, get it, hairy people youre pr-ckly!!!
you’ll be packing and trippin your lacking in sk!lls kid
barbecued you, you wanna be the chicken, or the pigskin?
you have a better chance attempting to be vanilla ice
sh-ggy -ss hair, im surprised you dont have lice
i hope your feeling this you ain’t seeing scripts you be a b-tch
a weakly snitch im unleashing clips on your piece of sh-t, one last trick
i’ll make you speak with lisps you’ll be fleeing quick
you work on talent im peeing it i know your weakness kid
getting on your knees and sh-t to try and kiss my feet? youre sick!
you’ll be needing fist seeking cliques to try and beat me b-tch
my punchlines can handshake you,but you still won’t be meeting this
nor greeting it,and you’ll be hiding living your life in the sewer days
you like suckin d-ck, as much as cows like to graze, everyday it like… he won’t be making moves today
you lost the game tie a noose to blades to shoot his face
you in pain your face will be in the bluest ways
you’ll be left in your hometown,this stupid place
theres no way you can say i suck you rate me straight tens
you have a soulja boi flow, n-gga youre spitting wack songs
didn’t know your death would occur, choke you with your own strap-on
i am number one, you picked the wrong person to rag on

- the glory

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