Yonkers* lyrics

[Verse 1]
Feelin' like a f*ckin' murder with the if that was a week it was a Shmurda
Comin' after you pus*yholes:
Doja Cat, Master Pain, and these new sh*tty individuals
Was that physical harm to you or some sh*t or some lyrical tear tones
I can be horror you just talk sex
Now these new miracles wanna hop on like it's the spirituals (uh)
These hypocriticals wanna sue me like I did somethin' wrong
Wait do I do a f*ckin' Columbine like it's was a dollar time (yeah)
In a lawsuit now it's was a shoot for you or a response this is the big response
Feel like f*ckin' Nas right now
But was that nonce try to touch the girl, who?
Rueben the f*ckin' racist the spastic try to attack with
With yo' mum try sue me next or I sue you
Roll In Peace; Kodak Black
The sue master; Doja Cat (b*tch)
Now I stay woker sat down writin' the spoker now the rat is here
Now they heart-broker not in the disses (four f*ckin' hours later)
Now I'm by the flockers with the goats followin' Biggie and 'Pac

[Verse 2]
These b*tches-these b*tches (snitches)
Puttin' me in the lawsuit then I put you in the ditches (uh)
I'm turnin' into a f*ckin' glitch like yo' girl have a witch nose
If you mess with me I would leave you like a f*ckin' flitch of the bacon
Leave the sky pitch black with the smack talkin' wack
I don't f*ck wit' yo' music Doja Cat so I give you the massive f*ck you
Now stab Rueben in the f*ckin' heart left his wounds cut open yeah that a threat
He think it's f*ckin' smart to f*ck wit' the big boy well that meth was f*ckin' sound
When is the round where you die it's f*ckin' now you f*ckin' fat c*nt
Thagodrunt you a f*ckin' b*tch my g
You said the n word like you mean't it
Blame it on me on yo' old friend betray me too
I hope you die tonight with a heart f*ckin' problem (beep)
And I hope yo' brain shut off like a f*ckin' PC shuttin' off b*tch
Puttin' me off the vibe like it cuttin' you off
Now yo' mum is suckin' me off now b*tch
Now I f*ckin' f*cked her ass (ahh)
You better shut the f*ck up you fake yo' suicidal
Now Doja Cat is doin' sex threats to people on a f*ckin' song
(I don't give a f*ck come at me like it a f*ckin' threat)
Then I do death threats to Rueben
[Verse 3]
b*tch f*ck off
All of you or I'll stab you in the heart and yo' heart come out wit' blood
I will kill everyone in the yo' hood well the line was good
Could you even write a song Rueben if you that jealous you fat mothaf*cka'
Yeah now I'm f*ckin' done you fat c*nt f*ck you Rueben I hope you throw up blood
And die off it too f*ck off

[Outro]
I'm a f*ckin' young devil at these f*ckin' diss track dissed everyone I target
"Skies" January 1st