Free Meal (Horseshit Gang Diss)

[Intro: Hopsin] Horseshit Gang is amateurs For real, like from a real artist's perspective they are fucking amateurs They have no idea what they're doing They just rap fast and think it’s dope [Verse 1: Hopsin] You're now about to feel the wrath of Hopsin, Dizzy Wright and Benton Your careers was ended the moment that I was mentioned This rap shit is my religion Sorry Crooked I but sending Horseshit in to diss us wasn't a wise decision It's a setback for sure Not only on they weak careers but it's a setback on yours So step back, endure the rain, the suffer and pain You want a problem? Here's a death match, it's war Fuck Horseshit Gang they straight lame, all four suck I put 500k on this battle, you put yours up? You poor bums couldn't afford a sweater from Nordstrom's After this shit is finished, niggas better reward us My girl's 'gram has more likes than yours does How does it feel to have never been on a tour bus? It's probably similar to alcohol on a sore cut You niggas suck; in other words niggas, you're fucked You really thought we wouldn't stop you? Please Fuck you mean? We'll puncture you and watch you bleed See I patrol the game daily like the cops do streets I'm too beast, niggas we will rock you; Queen For real, it's like your buzz is invisible, dang You don't even have residuals, game From your predictable lane Your song sucks so you ain't getting no fame Nobody even knows you nigga's individual names [Verse 2: Jarren Benton] Y'all done stepped in some horse shit I'll turn you horseshoe niggas to corpses For a dollar and a snack I bet they blow a horse dick I ain't want to murk them but fuck it, you niggas pushed me I'd let you fuck my wife but I'm sorry, she don't like pussy I'm bending corners, let you broke niggas ride along What bunch of fucking gangsters, but they can't afford a firearm I know you need guap, take a moment to breathe Doc Bet they do the drive-by on a bike with a slingshot Y'all basic, lookin' like you need bathing Call me cause my grandmama got room in the basement You could never shit on me, you should lend your bitch to me We stock you up with canned goods and give you free publicity 500K but we doin' this one for charity Stackin' bread like I'm Sara Lee, you should be very scared of me Fire marshall build, you faggots can get extinguished On Sway lookin' like some broke R&B singers What you? Ron, Bobby, Ricky and Mike? Must be smokin' that hard and sniffin' that white See this rap shit ain't workin', you niggas should get a fuckin' job Nah seriously, niggas get a fuckin' job I feel bad for any man that can't afford a meal Tell Mike Trampe to learn how to count a half a mil' (What about that half a million though? Ah listen man, I'm already workin' on it, I got about 225 right now, Sway, so we can come up with the other 225, we're ready to go) Houston to Horseshit, come back down to Earth Ain't you niggas in your 40s like this rappin' gon' work? Aye your bitch said she tired of hearin' them lame rap dreams Pay a bill, nigga, shit is not happening Damn, homie In high school you was the man, homie Fuck happened to you? Bitch I'm back in the booth and I'm spittin' it for the homeless Serial killer, I murder all my opponents Let me break it down, don't think you niggas gon' make it You got a better chance at gettin' hit by a spaceship But I'ma pray for 'em, dear Lord, please bless the bum niggas I know they're starvin', please help 'em out with a lunch, would you? Drop 'em all, linoleum, who gassed 'em like petroleum? Get murked by me, Dizz and that nigga from Nickelodeon Dame said he hirin', we need some custodians I bet your label fuck you in the ass with no petroleum Mr. Benton, I'll abort you lames Can somebody spare some change for the Horseshoe G.A.N.G.? Bitch [Interlude: Jarren Benton + Dizzy Wright] Look man, I didn't wanna do it to y'all niggas, man I liked y'all niggas, you know what I'm sayin'? But goddamn, y'all pushed us, man We didn't even call your name We know y'all niggas ain't got money Your goddamn Motown, Philly, suit wearin' ass nigga Old goddamn Boyz II Men lookin' nigga MC Brain, goddamn tied shirt wearin' ass nigga Old goddamn r&b singer lookin' mothafuckas Man, aye fuck this shit, Dizzy You niggas done fucked up I'ma light the dizzy, OG I'ma let my lil' nigga get you Bad career move, nigga I ain't even wastin' no time, we got canned goods, nigga We gon' help feed y'all niggas Let's go! [Verse 3: Dizzy Wright] So you the fuck niggas that want it first My stomach hurts so somebody finna get shitted on My vision long and I coulda seen this from a mile away You niggas is endin' your careers, we comin' up out the gate Now you can't escape, the nerve of this man I'm El Chapo sendin' these Donald Trumps their surgery plans Emergency land You can tell we the current demand Y'all ain't hungry, you bitches thirsty, here's a courtesy can You niggas obviously not hungry enough, it's tough to see it So how can you believe a crooked eye certainly can? Yo fuck a Horseshit Gang., this a burglary We studied niggas thoroughly and I promise y'all won't make it this far Let me purge, you pussy niggas shoulda just stayed in the car I'm breakin' laws, jaws 'til faces get taken apart I'm appalled, you fuckboys done stepped out of your league Y'all ain't makin' no moves so it's awkward you wanna battle with speed Now what the game need? Not another offbrand Shady group Half a mil'? Y'all label got you out here eatin' baby food Fuck it, now I'm your necks, y'all borin' so you're formin' Formulatin' checks, I heard the diss, but ain't nobody take the bet We crowded around the mic, playin' games with your life All four of y'all sound alike, we blowin' up like dynamite Nigga that's a high explosion We gettin' booked for the same shows that y'all was tryna open Homie knowin' that I'm flowin' Stop it with the foolishness, middle finger up I'm screamin' fuck your group of duplicates I'm on my King Kunta shit Ready for the battle, Shady nigga better skidaddle You're in someone else's shadow, guarantee this make 'em fragile Cause I'm an active activist Y'all got a platform with no fan base No hate but how mothafuckin' sad is this? How's this happenin', aren't you niggas concerned Y'all sound like every fuckin' fast rapper that I've ever heard But I ain't mad at all, I checked out y'all catalog Haters of the trap music but signed a deal with a trap involved I'm just a nigga that tatted over his battle scars You niggas fallin' off so you don't got no room to call nobody soft You not the coldest You tight, but shit, my tight is claustrophobic You don't know it, 'til the side effects show you can't control it Now it's in the open, all this for promotion Y'all elevator goin' down and everybody knows it According to the lie detect, who gon' sign the check? Y'all better hit the streets Ask your label and they look at y'all niggas in disbelief Y'all better stick to kissin' feet 'fore I crack your grill I hate a bitch nigga that'll settle for a Happy Meal Have your bitch attracted to the daddy skills Pass it on but I crashed into 'em with the caddy steel Fuck these niggas We already won, onto the next round Y'all stagnant, already paralized from the neck down Tryna battle us with the tech style Why try nigga? Bodied by the high nigga Didn't know I was battlin' the do or die niggas Fuck Horseshit G.A.N.G. in 20-15, nigga Yeah y'all buried alive already, fuck y'all Sleep in your casket tonight, nigga Don't step out of your league no more, nigga Get some fans before you try to get in a rap battle, fuckboy FV 20-15, nigga