Elijah Diss

[Intro: Crazy Frog]

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[Chorus: Asa, Sam, Christian, Nate]

Wasn’t gonna take aim but Elijah's flow is type lame

Yeezys so phony reminds me of aspartame

2K PC built that shit easy

Won’t stress his GPU but got time for graffiti

Too busy frying sprinkles to feed our snake

Still cheifing on the splee during his tea break

Fucked with your mom and then I called her back

Crossed out your name after my diss track

[Verse 1: Nate]

Here's a little verse 'bout a man named Elijah

So many abs like he lives at the playa (Playa)

Finna crack him open like his last name Piñata (Pow)

Spent all his cash on a gold balaclava (What)

Man’s so short got a height infection

Flash his grills like a misdirection ('Cheesin)

From the lo-fi playing Jinseng - Affection

Tone so mono he’s got no inflection (Damn)

Billy Mays screaming but got no erection

My man washes dishes with imperfection (Ayy)

Banana costume is his contraception

Skips so much like class not in session (Ayy)

Luces de colores are his real obsession

But his setups so wack 'givin me depression

(Damn I’m really sad)

Like his Spanish skills: just a bad impression

Él necessitas un gran correction (Spanish ting)

[Chorus: Asa, Sam, Christian, Nate]

Wasn’t gonna take aim but Elijah's flow is type lame

Yeezys so phony reminds me of aspartame

2K PC built that shit easy

Won’t stress his GPU but got time for graffiti

Too busy frying sprinkles to feed our snake

Still cheifing on the splee during his tea break

Fucked with your mom and then I called her back

Crossed out your name after my diss track

[Verse 2: Nate]

No se que occurió con su reflection

But he’s 'starin at the mirror with straight abjection

(Man, hope he's okay)

Two combs won’t help with your resurrection

Neither will his full-on hype beast collection (Yeezys)

Now let's talk about some shit that my man invented

No I don’t just mean his Heely collective

But his whole wardrobe shits straight affected

(Why do we cop)

Do I needa hit you with that invective? (Yeah)

Fake chain fake grills fake ring fake skills

Fake taste fake bills fake swag fake chill (Damn)

(Just gonna let that one sink in for a 'sec)

(No worries though, we’re jay ceeing)

In bikini bottom there's no trouble (Mm)

Shout out Elijah's SpongeBob muscles

Just cause he’s strong he don’t hustle? (Oh)

Heres a question for your boots: got buckles?

(Fuck a pilgrim)

[Chorus: Asa, Sam, Christian, Nate]

Wasn’t gonna take aim but Elijah's flow is type lame

Yeezys so phony reminds me of aspartame

2K PC built that shit easy

Won’t stress his GPU but got time for graffiti

Too busy frying sprinkles to feed our snake

Still cheifing on the splee during his tea break

Fucked with your mom and then I called her back

Crossed out your name after my diss track

[Outro: Nate, Crazy Frog]

(Damn. Don't think there's anything else to say.)

(Talk shit, get hit. That's all there is to it.)

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