The real rap demon (diss to aiden) lyrics

[intro]
1387
Dead man productions

[verse 1]
Man u know what
f*ck this sh*t
Got this chatter
Making me feel like I'm in a pit
That b*tch throwing a fit
b*tch I'm li-git
U need to get a grip
U lost
U be acting like it was close
b*tch I won by 13 mile
U need to dile it down
U in a cell
No one's gonna send u a file
No one cares
No file
Need to dile it down
f*cking baby
Wanted a battle
Lost your f*cking rattle
U be geting th e paddle
By your boyfriend
Yeah
He put that sattle on u
Ride u like a b*tch
U wanted a battle
Had no f*cking rattle
b*tch u lost
Now u on the ground crying
Sounding like a b*tch,b*tch
Living in a ditch,b*tch
Trying to rock with me
b*tch piut a sock in it
Sounding like a b*tch,b*tch
Ant Got no pitch,b*tch
U a snitch,b*tch
I got the tools
To get a girl
b*tch looking like a fool
[Chorus]
Man
I'm tired of the sh*t
Sick of them lies
Sick of u hiding behind a fake pick
Come on lil b*tch
Let's talk bout it
Stop pursuing out
Bro we can talk avout it
U lost
I know
Bro Just walk it out
We can talk about it
Or we can get guilly
Think u wise
I'll size up your body
Put some white chalk around it


[verse]
Come on walk it out
Man f*ck it
Tired of your sh*t
Come on pus*y
'talk about it
U called me out
Gave me sh*t
Bro what the f*ck is this sh*t
Man
I give u a diss
U give me a miss
I know your nervous
b*tch I'm a pro
I don't give a dam bout you
I give the facts
U give sh*t
So come on
Let me give u the facts
Come on
Walk it out
Sounding like a b*tch,b*tch
Living in a ditch,b*tch
Got no pitch,b*tch
You a snitch,b*tch
f*ck it
I'm tired of your sh*t
b*tch u throwing a fit
Living in a point
f*cking pus*y
Call me an as*h*le
Man f*ck it
U a mole hill
b*tch I'm gonna make a mountain out of you
I'm n as*h*le
U a slacker
Let's talk about the facts
U called me out
Gave me sh*t
Bro what the f*ck is this
I give you a diss
You f*cking missed
Gave me a paragraph
Fact
You one that called me out
Fact
You provoked me
Now u missed
Cuz u got dissed
Cuz u called me out
Instead u got the rap demon
b*tch f*ck all the others
I'm the real rap demon
Man. f*ck this sh*t
You the one crying to alex
Fact
You the one that brought my homies into this
Fact
I'm the rap demon
The real rap demon
Fact
U tried to shelf me
b*tch u can't even reach the top shelf
Fact
b*tch I'm the rap demon
The real rap demon
Fact
So awesome
100× better than u b*tch
Fact
[Chorus]
Man I'm tired of your sh*t
I'm sick of u
Sick of the lies
U picking on people smaller
Sick of u hiding
Behind that fake pic.so
(So fake)
Like drake
Come on lil b*tch
Let's talk about it
Stop pus*ying out
Bro we can talk about it
U can go walk it out
I know I lost
Bro just walk it out
Come on
We can talk it out
Or we can get gully about it
Think I size
I'll size up your body
Put some white hall around it


[verse 3]
Hay Aiden
My names dravin
See ain't no b*tch in me
I ain't gonna god Behind a fake pick
You hide everything
Yet
I got all these songs
Tell my story
Dam so stupid
U most be like dory
f*cked up in the head
Can't get no real diss
Yeah
I know
Your ego is hurting
Cuz u lost
Cuz all of your followers descoverd me
Oh wait
What followers
Ain't got none
Stop hiding under a rug
Trying to act like a thug
b*tch you as soft as a pug
Tlking bout my homies
Bring my girl into this
f*cking pus*y
Stop trying to change the subject
Talking bout her
Better shut the f*ck up
Before I go
Pop,pop,pop,pop
Shot,shot,shot,shot
Shot a slug in your b*tch ass
Im a real thug
Better shut the f*ck up
I'm the real rap demon
Ant no f*cking angle
This am demon
Better shut the f*ck up
Before I put a slug in your ass
Acting like a thug
Trying to call urself a god
Okay
Okay
Think your smug
Come on thug
I'm a f*cking rap demon
The real rap demon
So
Come on thug
Looking like a bug
Hiding under a rug
Come on
So we can see
So we all can see
The real u
They know the real me
I'm the real rap demon
Okay
You a thug
Mug your ass
Put a slug in u
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