SHUT EM DOWN‼️‼️‼️ 💀 R.I.P @gypsyykushh @lightshow @nikkielee_23 @dbyrdofficial Lyric: We ain't eye to eye You don't see same as me A win like this for bleed is ordinary But unlike that You don't got a bar for rap Name a skill you done had That ain't in ya voice cracks Oh wait ya bitch do that Ya bitch whose that Somebody I feel bad Who had to go through that It's sad Id leave you there but you falsey reporting Rapfame ban this motherfucker he's whoring, don't give him a platform Probably got that poor bitch by extortion You slayed pussy And got killed in two 15 year olds rooms So how does it feel to get you ass filled for reps Pegged in the ass in each step Annoited by God in my rap You see me in your sleep I know the opponent don't exist Even in your diss I hear you a fake bitch You don't know me I'm an omen All you can do Is pray I don't kill slowly Woke up looking for the dbyrd He hurd Ran away Too scared we gon stick our style in his face Hyped up Running elm Street on a Kendrick type beat We do a better job than Zuckerberg Invented more rhymes than Steve and iPhones Features like these show we're alone but not lonely Not only that But how can you be sure that We don't got friends in your area codes Now I know Only motherfucker I owe respect is Jay and thylow And sidenote Rest of rapfame should tread slow We flow like Florida You ain't a hurricane Hey Dylan, what's my name? What's my what's my name C'mon obie You know we masked killers like Shinobi East pa, see what es and shady told me Running up his whole city never heard a hot style outa Waynesburg You go down on little girls I'm on top of entenders Uh Rebecca, Wait, no, rosemary Horid monsters All y'all porridge Jalen2k could kill you today Did it ever occur to you That es would have enough dirt on you to murder you? Yo name in my mouth In getting paid now "Y'all know nothing" "Pussy ain't got shit on me" "GTFO" Get the fuck out Flip this shit on you like turn tables Cry, say you got a way to any label All you gotta do is hit a button We came out with so many disses All the sudden you got nothing You acting like Russians When Trump was in You got like seventy But only three diss tracks in And you crying to yourself that you something Shut the fuck up bitch You talking for your mans Cause he's pissing in his pants (Tupac looking reply)