[Intro: Hood Guy]
Ay, it's Hood Guy
Congratulations on your diss EP, Yung Lambo
But I'm afraid to say that it flopped
[Verse 1: Hood Guy]
Yuh, I got signed by Lil' Meerkat, you can never check me
Back to back for the ogres that didn't get the message
You used my name for clout so I gotta teach you a lesson
Made a whole ass EP and you thinking you aggressive, woah
Every song on that EP sucked
You can't even get your pee pee sucked
But that EP, it made my ears bleed
So I had to delay my album just like CLB
Ay, I wanna see Yung Lambo go insane
You gon' make me end up getting locked away
You gon' make me buy Baja Blast everyday
You gon' make Fiona be a divorcee
I waitеd a couple weeks, you thought I wouldn't respond
When I kill you with this diss, you ain't gonna rеspond
This a whole ass game and you are just a pawn
When your rap career is over, you'll be stuck mowing lawns
I'm a big dog just like Mario Judah
My wrist in the water just like a barracuda
All your rhymes are cheesy but I ain't talking Gouda
I dive in the racks but I ain't talking scuba
You love her then you gotta give the swamp to her
Is that the front door or the side door?
I already killed you but I want more
Fiona played you just like a neck four
Trigger fingers, turn to sausage fingers
You gettin' bodied by a poop singer
Your car beat up, it got no blinkers
You just mad cause you have a small dinger
Make sure I pull up an Adidas
But you can't see me just like I'm John Cena
You have allergies, you can't eat peanuts
I pay for higher services like bonus peanuts
[Hook: Hood Guy]
Got the fries in me going back to back
Going back to back, shove a Baja Blast up your ass
Who really had the last laugh?
[Verse 2: Hood Guy]
You a clown and you know it
Got that money cause you owe it
Fake Gucci you sew it, a-fit you thrut
You almost got dropped after Lambo Season
I dissed someone from my own label, call it treason
I wanna go back to when it was just Freezin'
When Cartel EP was announced you lost all your meaning
I'll admit Duel of the Fates, it was half decent
But now you finna catch a cold, this be Lambo sneezin'
Go back to Tha Shop, that was your album
He forgot his headphones so I gotta out him
You a snake so I eat you just like a falcon
Your favorite rapper is Megan Thee Stallion
You lost all your clout, you couldn't even make Speeder flop
You gon' end up a janitor when you fall off
When I drop merch every single person gotta cop
You became a snitch as soon as you saw the cops
[Hook: Hood Guy]
Got the fries in me going back to back
Going back to back, shove a Baja Blast up your ass
Who really had the last laugh?
[Verse 3: Lil Squeaky]
Next onion better than my last onion
You're so short and I'm tall like Paul Bunyan
Your toes full of mushrooms and bunions
I spray and prey at you, bitch I'm runnin' and gunnin'
Yung Lambo is a bitch with a small peepee
Back to back, El Toro Records can never be me
Back to back, the Swamp Server is smelly stinky
You been irrelevant ever since you dropped Stinky Pinky
I knocked over a beer bottle before I made this
You keep screaming at your fans to give you good ratings
Hood Guy made Rockstar Apology, was that not enough?
And as soon as I took shots at you, all you did was duck
Your words, not mine, you have no friends
You a liberal, you on the left, that's the way that your dick bends
Your favorite Radiohead album's probably The Bends
Why the fuck you listen to Radiohead in the first place, you must be sped
Yeah, I have to rap quiet so I don't wake up my neighbors
But I'm still going harder than you, and if you disagree, you're just a hater
You stupid, dumb, and old, you rusty like Tow Meter
Off the Cavite doggy, he will never see you later
My voice so deep, like I'm Hood the Grand
Your voice so whiny, like you are into men
In real life, I have a Benz and you don't even have a van
I'ma say this shit again, stop screaming at your fans
You hate me, but I'm the one you spread the word for
You don't got a world tour, but your girl's a whore
I bet you pick up little girls at the Birkin store
Why else would you be in the fucking Birkin store?
You a kid, yet I'm the one that you're working for?
Yeah, you a kid, what you cursing for?
You a bitch, you a bitch, who you twerking for?
You got me fucked up, got my neighbors knocking at my door
But I'll expose you, got the feds knocking at your door
We like Russia and Ukraine, nigga, this is war
You ain't got a fucking mansion, nigga, you is poor
And you know the fucking saying "when it rains, it pours"
You ain't never made a single cent from a song
Yeah, I fucked Fiona through her thong
And I did it with no condom on
She gon' put a restraining order on you before our son is born
The rap game would be better if you wasn't born
Why'd I do this? It's cause I'm fucking bored
Yeah, I'm laughing at you, yeah, my throat is sore
And my nose is stuffy, plus your mom's a whore
Why'd you eat that extra, extra large burger?
Uh, yeah, that was my burger
This is serious, why'd you eat my burger?
Yeah, I'm angry, I might just do a murder
On you, you got no clue
And you a Jew, you smell like poo
You sniffing glue, you act like you're two
What the fuck you do? Who are you?
Bozo, bitch, are you dumb-d-dumb-dumb-dumb-d-dumb-dumb-dumb?
I fucked Fiona in her bum-b-bum-bum-bum-b-bum-bum-bum
Once again, I used no condom-d-dom-dom-dom-d-dom-dom-dom
This is why I'm number one-wha-one-one-one-wha-one-one-one
Hood Guy, number two
Yung Lambo's number, number Jew
You say you cook meth, but I actually brew
But I'm not a witch, but you a bitch, and that's true
