PRO POSTAL (King Koji / Cody2scoops Diss)

[Intro: Spencer MB, Juicy J & 808Astro]
This an old ass beat, son
I made this shit back in, uh, 2019? 2020?
I lost the project file for it though
Didn't even mix the bitch, it just came out like this (Yeah)
I wasn't gonna do anything, just focus on my art
(I didn't wanna reply to this millennial loser)
But I just- I just had to, ya know?
Had to cripple your old ass wit' it
Spencer, man, what're you doin'? (Yeah, ho)
You got six years on me
And yet, you still decided to diss me before I could do vocals
That is lame as fuck, punching down like that?
Hold up, someone's calling me
Bro, it's fuckin' Astro, bro (Yeah)
Fuckin'- I'm tryna get motherfuckin' beats sent
So, can you fuckin' like, send them to me, please?
(DEADMAN no LIFELINE)
A'right, peace (Yeah, ho)

[Verse 1: Spencer MB, Juicy J, The Postal Dude, Spencer MB & Crowd]
(I-I re-re-re-regret nothing)
Listen, this all started 'cause I said, "Stop makin' disgustin' jokes
About Black men rapin' white kids," and then ya choked (Yuugh)
You said, "That's my humor, just deal wit' it" (Ugh), but I won't
A racist gymcel bigot (Yeah), revealed with every word you spoke
But now I be makin' green you've never even seen (Yes)
I got bands bustin' out my pocket like a snot rocket
Every sneaker ya saw, you just had to cop it (Yeah, ho)
So no wonder you was always beggin' me for money (Hm, all outta cash?)
Now you can only afford Alibaba chains, shit's too funny (Heheheh)
Rappin' 'bout sellin' dope but you've never even seen a brick (No)
Trashin' your queer coworkers, "trans" put the fear in you (Yeah)
Maybe you're projectin', so get the fuck outta the closet (Bitch)
Hush now, you got nothin' on me but I know all about you (Yes)
I got them 808s that'll knock your fuckin' head loose, pussy
Your flows soundin' like a Tom MacDonald wannabe (Yeah, ho, sheeit)
It's been three years and you're still obsessed with me (Sissy)
I peeped a couple tracks and I still ain't impressed with thee (I'm bored already)
I been practicin', keepin' the best tied to my chest, ya see? (Okay?)
Now give it a rest, I know the lack of clout got you stressed (Yeah, ah)
You been usin' the same drum kit since day one, but I digress (Oof)
How many of your clothes are replicas now? Just confess (Okay)
You be thinkin' every negative comment is me in disguise (Yeah, ho)
Botted Instagram followers and just two monthlies on Spotify (Nothin' to see here)
All those followers but none of your posts crack ten likes (Oof)
Nobody's listenin' "dawg," so why do you try? (Kill yourself)
Sayin' my beats are trash but you was still beggin' for 'em
You ain't from the hood (Y-Yeah, nope), you're from Hermiston
That's a white hick town, just ask Kea, son (White trash)
E-beggin' on the 'net, sellin' cheap merch like a bum
While you and Kris be using A.I. to hide your flaws (Hahahahaha)
Usin' low-rez pics to make your artwork (Yeah, ho)
While I got a photgrapher
The wolf shit is corny (Blegh), never gonna get any applause (Furry)
Bet you're usin' AI to write your bars too, a creatively bankrupt fool (Oof)
Livin' life in your raps, your reality is a facade (Yeah, oogh)
Callin' Kris the N-word and shit talkin' Astro too (Yes)
Why'd you be hangin' with people you was dissin'? (Ow)
Maybe you've always been a snake, that's what I was missin' (Shit)
Keepin' Kea and Shriya's royalties (Yeah, ho), do they know you be stealin'?
And I got proof datin' back to 2020, just know I ain't fishin' (Mhm)
Collabs with the same three people, nobody knows you exist (No)
I got so many artists linin' up to work with me, I had to make a list (Yes)
Drop a couple weak ass (Yeah) disses over straight dookie (Hm)
Weeaboo cuck, your B.O. is what shook me (What's that awful stench?)
And that crusty body pillow was a sight to see (Incel loser)
You couldn't get a beat sold even when ya bit me (Nope)
But now I gotta get hella spooky, are ya still wit' me? (Yeah, ho Yeah)
(Bye, pussy)
Did ya know I spit in yo' food? (Nah)
When you got that pussy-bitch attitude? (Yeah)
(Bye, pussy)
Did ya know what mama's ashes actually was? (Nah)
I replaced 'em with ashes out the fireplace, cuz (Ooh, yeah)
(Bye, pussy)
Did ya know I dipped my balls in yo' mouthwash? (Haha, nah)
How my nuts taste? (Ew)
Just be lucky I didn't switch yo' weed with the lace (Yeah)
(Bye, pussy)
Not even your home is a safe space (Nah), lil' bitch (Yeah, ho, but I just started yesterday?)

[Interlude: Spencer MB, Juicy J, Spencer MB & Crowd, The Postal Dude]
(Bye, pussy)
That's right, that's motherfuckin' right
I didn't have to do this, I got money out the ass
You ain't got shit on me
You shoulda graduated high school (Yeah)
You pop a couple slurs on a, quote, "nu-metal" track
Then mix it like straight dogshit
Like, lay off the compression, my guy
And the Soundgoodizer too, yeah (Yeah, ho)
(Bye, pussy)
Then maybe, just maybe, yo' shit won't sound like ass
What did you call Kea, by the way? "A drug addict and a loser"?
Think you said the same 'bout that Kris character
Always talkin' shit 'bout his verses too (Yeah)
Do you not know that the Google AI Search only pulls you up if you get specific?
Yeah, anyone with even a shred of online presence can pop up on it
It's honestly pathetic to even "flex" that (Yeah, ho)
(Bye, pussy)
Funny you deleted those comments of people trashin' you
You're so fuckin' stupid
Like dude, come on
"Bye, pussy," that's it? That's all you got? Embarrassin' (Yeah)
There's so much more you coulda gone in on, but no, you're a coward
You pretend to be a gangster
Ayy, ayy, alright, alright, anyway
Too easy
Let's get that lick back
I regret nothing
(Yeah-Yeah, h-ho-ho)

[Verse 2: Spencer MB, Juicy J, The Postal Dude, Spencer MB & Crowd]
(Bye, pussy, bitch)
Yeah, ho, they speak my name and you get stupid (Fuck)
Too much liquor and drugs in ya system, you ain't ever lucid (Ugh)
I keep it clean and honest, bitch, I am translucent (Ah, that's the stuff)
You workin' three jobs? You ain't up to any gang shit (Yeah, heheheh)
(Bye, pussy)
Ah, you still in the same borough though? You poor as shit (I can't buy that)
I know you got some ego I could borrow though (Fuck)
I know you can't relate, I bought a new car and a new house (Oh-oh)
I been livin' there with a bad bitch I call my spouse (Oh, yeah)
(Bye, pussy)
Yeah, your petty ass will never get out
I know for a fact you ain't movin' up (Uh-uh)
Nobody bumpin' yo' shit, you ain't gon' blow up (I knew it)
Actin' like you out there makin' a name (Huh)
But you ain't performed live in a minute, such a shame (Yeah, hm)
(Bye, pussy)
You ain't spittin' bars in front of a crowd
Talkin' shit when I drove your ass to your free shows (Shit)
That's a low blow, I just started and you punchin' down (Fuck you)
You been rappin' for ten years, bruh, where's that tape now? (Yeah, ho, and done)

[Outro: Spencer MB, Juicy J, Spencer MB & Crowd]
(Bye, pussy,) Pussy, bitch
Haha, yeah
I like that actually, I'ma keep that
One more time? (Bye, pussy)
Uh, anyways (Yeah), hope you die
And uh, tell Amber I said "Hi", you dumbass, thievin' rapist
Ya know, that's the truth
You really wanna be Black so bad, it's bizarre
Yet, you're dissin' 'em? (Yeah, ho)
Now do us a favor?
Stick to selling overpriced supplements 'n' cheap merch, huh?
Your tracks are just awful
Off-beat flows, low-quality audio, bad mixin'
All of it (Yeah)
Spencer, man, what're you doin'?
I know you ain't gon' say shit 'cause you know I got more on lock
Peace, bitch