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{Omar}
Ok, drop the beat, turn on the heat
I'm aboutta drop a disstrack so lit
That you'll get on your knees
Hit it, dizeec!
{DizeeC}
I don’t know why b*tches be talking behind my back
Get a motherf*cking life
Yall keep saying i hate geometry
When i really hate you b*tches
This is all for them annoying hoes out there
You outta line, but you hoes don’t even care
Hit it, Omar
{Omar}
Someone get joel some lakewood donations
b*tch be saying he rich on some occasions
Me & my gangsters know your location
Stop flexing them fake ass goggles
Go and eat your $1 tacos
Ouuu
You think you so funny
But you're really not
You don’t have the money
To buy your "Louis Vuitton"
b*tch, your pants are sagging
And so are your balls
Hit it, my ni— i mean, dizeec
{DizeeC}
You aboutta call me a nig-
b*tch do me a favor and bless you self
You be looking like some burned ass elf
Even Dr.L don’t like you
He gives you all them zeros
Go and eat your stanky Cheetos
b*tch, go back to Pakistan
Bet your family ain't even a fan
You say you gon' drop that disstrack
All im gonna do is smack you in the ass
You stank!
Drop the beat
Mic drop!