Taylor Swift Diss Track

Taylor just pulled up on “unread” Last night I put a gun to your head Wait, you can sing? I'm perplexed Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn I'm really sorry you want me to think You’re relevant After listening to all your embellishments But how you gonna claim you’re a girl And make half your fanbase hurl The eyes open undenying this Supplyin' coats, with the brand Vince Say you dressed in a coat but your drum track Got no money in your tote you cum back You a witch “I’ll cast a spell on you” Mid voice nobody likes it, that’s true You ain’t Sarah girl Ow, Taylor, ooh, Im just 21 And I'm still out working you At 18 you wrote a song called ‘Love Story’ “You were Romeo” yeah and you’re a fool “I’m a scarlet letter” doesn’t mean a gay icon Or a child prancer Yeah you're a fuckin' pedophile Ho, chill, actin' like you found the Fuckin ‘Darrell’ take out my gun barrel I’ve got a few more shots than you derelict Say you'll stand up for me like a bottle, at a bar Playin' lamb, that's the only time you act pure But everyone knows you’re just a Ram Vince Where the fuck's you in 9/11, home? Triple 6 Playing 7 Yo slut, your last four albums sucked Go back to Kennedy, oh shoot That was the kid you touched Yeah, on your knees for Biden When Pence was barely surviving Fanbase? No, come back to me It's funny, attack Pedophile on her knees as the Ass’s cum rag Since you hitting old Joe, still can fill a hole Book with a 100 year old's quotes Got more clothes than your post game towel Charlotte Simone Go play, you ho babysitting Lil Joe Got the rags below So you laid on your pillow Fuckin' a carcass just to fuckin' Cast spells by the Willow Debt paid, Babylonian Saying “Romeo” like you’re Juliet The game's mine again And all 8 would say you ‘pathetic’ So before I slay this bitch, mwah Give Kenn a kiss Wait what the fuck? That’s the kid Ain’t gay bitch it’s just you usin' That phrase for clickbait In a state of bliss 'cause I said his mo’fuckin’ name Your fanbase is queers and gays Yeah, bitch, fly your jets to this It's your moment, this is it As much as you're gonna admit shit I meant to say emit meaning carbon bitch Poet department, go to the mic sing- -in “What a mess” F for the effort Cuz you got comments Be wishing for a shooting star like a comet You would suck Dalai’s dick to Be me for a second Lick a ballsack to bend to ‘Karma’ It ain’t a god bitch I’m gonna vomit This mothafuckin' shit is like bewitching ‘Guilty as Sin’ change ammo So what good is a blasphemer If your fans change channels? Had enough of this valley girl blonde yapper Show you real art it’s the Ghost rapper You’re the kind to buy $6400 jackets And some candy wrappers 'Cause you think you fancy clothing but nah That was only half of my bonus