Can I Get On Your Diss Track

(It’s one take…
One take Danny…)

[Verse 1]
Lil’ Wayne I went as you for Halloween last year
Lil’ kids ran ahead whenever I came near
Tattoos got you lookin’ like some alien race
It looks like an octopus put cock in ya face
No you didn’t do nothin’ to instigate this attack
Thinkin’, “Why the fuck this whitey comin’ at me like that”
I’m tryna get exposure by makin’ ya mad
It’d be an honor if you dissed me back
(Do it)
Big Sean you’ve been lying to us outta the gate
I googled ya height bitch, you only 5’8”
Well hey, mediocrity might be your fate
Yeah you good but you’ll never be great
(Haha)
If your name starts with lil’ you can’t spell worth shit
If your first name is young you molest lil’ kids
If you call yourself big you got a micro-dick
If your name is Lil’ Yachty please quit

[Chorus]
Can I get on your diss track?
Don’t hold back Lil’ Wayne
Can I get on your diss track?
I’ll even take T-Pain
Can I get on your diss track?
What do I have to say to you Drake?
So that I can get a little bit of hate?
(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Fetty Wap you rap like a singin’ baboon
Mac Miller you can stop now we’ve forgotten ‘bout you
Every rapper puttin’ dollar signs in their name
Congratulations all your music sounds exactly the same
Snoop I’ll never forget the time you held up my flight
An hour late, had the plane wait for you
That shit ain’t right
J. Cole could you say your name before every song?
I’m always getting’ you mixed up with
Big Sean Dong
Rich Homie Quan your spit game sounds more like babble
I think Macklemore might actually be gay for Seattle
Nas is overrated
Nah he ain’t but don’t tattle
I just want to get pissed off and do battle!
Lin Manuel you ain’t a rapper you a Broadway hero
How many grammy’s you got bro
Zero
(Nah he has a bunch of grammy’s
And two emmy’s?
And a fucking Pulitzer?
And a Nobel?
Nah he ain’t got a Noble?)
How many Noble’s you got bro?
ZERO
Ludacris was through with this
So he took up actin’
But maybe Ludacris shoulda’ just stuck with rappin’
Kendrick, why you so angry?
Such a fiery guy
Don’t lose outside the music or you’ll end up doin’ time
Or T.I., Tupac, Gucci Mane, Lil’ Wayne
Throwing dope concerts
During a prison gangbang
G-Eazy your production skills are off the chain
But you’re a carbon copy lyrically with nothin’ to say
The name common is appropriate
‘Cuz your music is average
Eminem you taught me how to hit my mom like a savage
And I did not forget about all you female rappers
I would just rather you be in the kitchen makin’ a sandwich
Soulja Boy and [?] you got dope ass beats
But kids are writin’ smarter lyrics by the time their three
Lil Yachty your name really confuses me
A little yacht is just called a boat
Just call yourself boat
Or like regular boat
It’s like saying I live in a little penthouse
No, it is just an apartment
(Craaahk!)
Dryzzy, smashin’ billboards with constant hits
But he’s not as much of a player as he thinks he is
You come off a little clingy
It’s harsh but it’s true
That’s why Rihanna and Nicky have never stayed with you
For real Drake please write me in your diatribes
You made Meek Mill’s career
Now could you please make mine?
I know you’re busy
Not asking for a lot of your time
Could your ghostwriter just give me like
One line?

[Chorus]
Can I get on your diss track?
Oh, Nelly where you at?
Can I get on your diss track?
I know you need to care
Can I get on your diss track?
Maybe I’ll write a billboard smash
And the IRS will get on your ass
(Yeahh)

[Verse 3]
[?] True staccato you ain’t got no flow
Gambino when your raps are [?] would you let me know?
Young thug huh?
You already sound tired and old
Future mass produces albums on cruise control
Logic tryna be Sinatra just not as handsome
Tiger spent years holding Kylie Jenner ransom
Tyler’s creator has some talent but no mainstream fandom
Lil’ John you just yellin’ out words at random
Chance The Rapper’s album covers are my eyes gay anthem
Kanye puts his songs to shame when he throws tantrums
I want to know how many bottles of baby oil
Were used on Fifty Cent when he shot photos for his album
*Aggressive Licking*
Clip’s pushed more drugs than Bryan Cranston
Diddy how did you ever call yourself a rapper?
Good thing you can entrepreneur your ass off
Hat’s off ‘till your hip hop got punked in New Ashton
I wanna be an egomaniac just like Ye
Pack it in and sell headphones just like Dre
Buy a shitty ball franchise just like Jay
Then host the world’s most gluttonous show like Two-Chainz
And to everyone I dissed I hope it makes you mad
Mad enough to write some shit and put me on blast
Get up on the mic and just destroy my ass!
Let’s get gay up in this diss track!

[Chorus]
Can I get on your diss track?
Beggin’ you Lil’ Yachty
Can I get on your diss track?
[?] Williams lookin’ like from the 90’s
Can I get on your diss track?
Let’s go Post Malone
The most homeless lookin’ rapper I know (Ohh)
Can I get on your diss track?
[?] just give it a try
Can I get on your diss track?
Makin’ me laugh while you makin’ me cry
Can I get on your diss track?
Even [?] in his home studio will do
So bring it on you probably suck too
(You suck)

[Outro]
That was all one take…
One fucking take…
Ah man…
Really hope Lil’ Yachty comes at me…
One take mean twenty takes right?