Yo
The Yellow Jacket
I’m gonna make this better
f#cking stupid #ss Big Shaq, class is in session, boy
Look
I’m pretty sure everyone knows what two plus two is
Everyday you’re in my forest, Yellow swarms
You make so much gun noises, why am I hearing no shots?
Your clothes can’t sell, no merch at the shops
What the hell’s an Asznee? Not a word in English
Your rhymes are grade A garbage and meaningless
You only made a few songs, no wonder you flopped
You would be better off as a hypeman like Lil Jon
And your diss to O’Neil, you sound so f#cking slow
In fact, you’re even slower than Shawty Lo
You better be happy you’re still doing shows
‘Cause after I sting you, you’re gonna wish people think you froze
I tell ’em man is dead
I tell ’em man is dead
Y’all think he’s alive?
Nah, dude, man is dead
I tell ’em man is dead
I tell ’em man is dead
Where’s Big Shaq?
I told you, man is dead
Pop up the four-door with my M4 is something you can’t even afford
I’ll be chilling in a Ford, your mom got some pores
Don’t think that nothing’s gonna change
Hiding out with loose change
To be honest, I heard better slang from 2 Chainz
Choke you with the force
Your head as a main course
Not for me, for my dogs
You ain’t go no sauce
You’re soft like applesauce
I’m hard like bevel emboss
No roast, straight diss
Now, listen to these lyrics
The gun goes brrrah
Rack ’em up, bring it in a pack
Load up my Glock, put them bullets on your f#cking back
Sick ’em out, eat you up like Kung Pao
I’m endowed to bring punks like you down
You see me? You done now
I tell ’em man is dead
I tell ’em man is dead
Y’all think he’s alive?
Nah, dude, man is dead
I tell ’em man is dead
I tell ’em man is dead
Where’s Big Shaq?
I told you, man is dead
Send me an invitation
Your sh#t is total expiration
No one counts as inspiration
I’ll go ahead and warn the nation
I got a short fuze and no patience
Go count all the dimensions
Not to mention, you would be better off working in maintenance
So get in your battle stance
Hold up your shield and lance
Do you even stand a chance?
Pull up your big boy pants
I’ma get that cash, you make no sense
One more time, unleash the chorus
I tell ’em man is dead
I tell ’em man is dead
Y’all think he’s alive?
Nah, dude, man is dead
I tell ’em man is dead
I tell ’em man is dead
Where’s Big Shaq?
I told you, man is dead
That’s right, what else you expect?
Travel ’round the world like you impress somebody?
Millions of people done that, hahaha
b#tch, f#ck you
Wack #ss m#th*rf#ck*r
Seriously, I am not surprised that there are a lot of rappers that cannot rap
One thing for certain though
You know what happens after one-hit wonders, right?
You guessed it, that man is dead
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