Game Shows

[Intro: Sa Vich]
It feels good to be back
And I am back to be honest
This is mad
You didn't reply to the last one
Let's see if you can do better after this one
Oh, it feels good
But you're not going to feel so good after this

[Verse 1: Sa Vich]
Oh, Danial, you're a bitch, but I didn't think you were lazy
Your bro's weight, crazy
Act sweet like a daisy
I knock you out, vision hazy
Your vision's shit like your tactic
I shoot you to space, galactic
There's more to come, it's climatic
I make you sick, chiro-practic
Didactic
I'm blessing this beat with bars
While you're Dad driving his cars
Shoot a missile on me, just some scars
But a missile on you, you fly to Mars
You won't be a superstar
Cause I'll smash your head with a guitar
I'ma feed you to the jaguars
And save all that shit in a memoir
Lost your AirPods, fucking dope
Take a shower using soap
To see your dick, need a microscope
I´ll write this in an envelope

[Chorus: Sa Vich]
Acting desperate with all them older hoes
We're doing major things but it's a minor though
I'ma make you cry by stubbing your toe
Get humiliated like those game shows

[Verse 2: Sa Vich]
It's not like it happened once
You've always been a little nonce
Didn't reply, now it´s beenmonths
You're just a little cunt
Fries for lunch
You suck so much
Get punched
We got the whole damn bunch
Knockout or jump
Oh, you chose the jump?
Well, I chose the knockout
Now you get slumped
Murder
I´ma come at you with murder
You´re a bitch with no stamina, I eat you like a burger
If run a hot bath, my flow is a flame
Growing up in your house is a pain
I´m not doing diss tracks for fame
I just want your name to be in vain
And your name gonna be in vain

[Interlude: A P Capone]
Cunt
You're a cunt, just saying

[Verse 3: A P Capone]
If you really aren't gonna shoot at Veerle, let the bitch know I'm coming
Cause I got the funding
Klu Klux bitch, I'm pumping
Start swinging my arms, confronting
Start shooting my gun, I'm hunting
When my gang's in charge don't trust me
Have your family ready, I'm coming
These bitches come, then they running
Shit gunning
Now I start to slow the flow
Took a hit at your Mom, cause she a ho
If you heard that Ali caught an L
It stands for Lube-Fag-Go-To-Hell
There are some shooters wanting money
So I took like a quarter from the shelf
I spent like 100 on my Mom, then 140 on myself
AK, I sport it like a killer
But I got rangers fitter
Cause you know that I am fitter
Homie, go to hell
Take an L

[Chorus: A P Capone]
Wait, there I was made to win like I´m designed to blow
We're doing major things but it's a minor though
I used to pay for things but that was time ago
And now I hit you fucker with the Ali flow

[Verse 4: A P Capone]
Run up on him while hiding, fuck it
Pull up your pants, don't tuck it
Fuck it
Fag, got dirt on my name so fuck it
Bro fattest in your family, fuck it
Run up on him while hiding, fuck it
Pull up your pants, don't tuck it
Fuck it
Fag, got dirt on my name so fuck it
Bro fattest in your family, aah aah
Last tune, I was spitting all British
You are number one on my hitlist
Must be the same old you in the dinner hall, primary sipping on my juice and my biscuits
I'm from a place where we leave no witness
Tell your Dad that business is business
Came for the gains but stayed for the litness
Go suck a dick, like some leeches
Everyone knows your best friends are teachers
Like when I go out, no damn leaches
You're religious so let me answer your preachers
We almost got you on this track as a feature
The only reason we added you back to the chat
Is so we could insult your bro being fat
We have it all, we just don't brag
You in a forest, I'ma murder you in a bag