POSER! (TX2 Diss) lyrics

[Intro]
Nah, hol' up
You just talk, talk, talk, lil' b*tch
You hated for reasons!
Omar on the come up!

[Verse]
Look, you ain't good at writin' yo' sh*t
And honestly, you whine like a b*tch
And told a teen to off themselves, like, what?
All 'cause they ain't like yo' fetish over goth girls, like, what?
Grown ass man, but got the mind of a toddler!
Yo' next girlfriend, someone gotta coddle her!
Oh, wait, that's right, girls ain't attracted to ya!
You rantin' 'bout how people hate you, yeah, mad enough, they'd probably shoot ya! (yeah!)
I hope the Emo scene boots ya! (f*ck off!)
You really are a sick person, man, and you steal sh*t! (uh!)
I'm 'round herе, man, and you better kneel, b*tch! (kneel!)
You run 'round just lookin' for trouble, it's funny (it is)
But thеn you get mad at the trouble, oh, honey (ha)
Nah, I ain't even mean, "honey," in a lovin' way either (ew)
You want fame and money, but you shouldn't have neither (talk!)
You want smoke, b*tch? Ha, funny, me and my gang, we beaters (uh-huh)
And you want to be the Emo scenes leader (nasty!)
That's hilarious, lil' b*tch over here talkin' how he's hated for no reason
Nah, b*tch, we've got many (yeah!), and you could be put out for some sorta treason (huh!)
Sayin' you slit ya wrists
Hm, where's the proof then, b*tch? (hmm?)
Yo' wrists ain't got sh*t, man
And you steady whinin' like a b*tch, man (damn!)
And it's not just you, it's you and all your b*tch fans (mm)
They support you tellin' that girl to end it (that's crazy)
Really hope they switch that up, to be honest, I might just send it
To the cops, put you in jail 'cause that is messed up (f*ck you!)
And I hope the death penalty is where you end up (pray for it)
If not, this diss will one-hunnid precent get you sent up
To Heavens Gates, up to the clouds (yeah!)
I'm sure that many people, even yo' fans, have they doubts
'Bout your music, and honestly, it's garbage (talk!)
I'm not shocked, you don't even know what your part is (talk!)
I'm prayin' on yo' downfall, hope the band will be departin'
Man, you stupid as sh*t (uh!)
And you is a b*tch
Ha, nah, hol' up, yeah
I'm not even dissin' the band now, Evan, nah, I'm talkin' to you! (yeah!)
And I have a question for you!
Man, what the f*ck would you do!
If that girl took your words seriously?! I bet you'd feel bad (bet it)
Knowin' damn well her family would be sad (uh)
You can respond or not, I don't really care (uh-huh!)
To be honest, this battle is not really fair (it ain't)
'Cause all you do is sit there, and just stare
At yo' phone, as I spit these bars, b*tch, you ain't gon' be better than me (never will be)
I'ma put you down, you'll always be lesser than me (uh-huh)
Omar produced this sh*t, and the kick be crazy (yeah!)
Not just the heavy ass bass, but the kick you'll do hearin' this, kickin' like a baby
Aww, is the lil' b*tch boy angry? (aww)
Too bad, can't do too much back (nah)
'Cause all that talent you wish you had
Isn't there, nah, b*tch, talent what you lack (yeah!)
I know damn well none of the people at your shows wan' be there (nah)
Hearin' your ear-piercin' voice, I wouldn't wan' be there (nah)
Nah, bro, you could never catch me there (huh)
And you talk, talk, talk, but ain't nobody care (ha!)
I guarantee it's all ugly people, no shawty's there (nah)
You really rage baitn', but ain't nobody care (talk!)
[Chorus]
Damn, you a poser, b*tch, and you've got ass shows, lil' b*tch
Nah, ain't holdin' back, I'm goin' for the kill, b*tch
It's funny, man, you ain't gettin' no money
And your rage bait on Twitter ain't even funny
Pull up, and I'll show you somethin'
Compared to me, your talent ain't nothin'!
You f*ckin' poser!

[Outro]
Nah, I'm done wastin' lyrics on you, Evan
Stop milkin' all your sh*t, b*tch ass