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letra de endgame - ro-b. z.

[intro- ro-b. z.]
i told you what would happen if you made a diss track against crypt
you get slaughtered
yeah
ro-b. z.!

[verse 1- ro-b. z.]
ayo, mc nemesis, i heard that diss you dropped
and i have to tell you it was wack
no bars with a wack flow, what a flop
it’s almost like you can’t even rap
oh wait, you can’t- you think you can diss crypt?
man, your entire persona’s a cap!
you done fell out with the wrong crowd
now have fun getting your name wiped off the map! (aye)
first of all, how dare you rip into crypt and diss his grandma like that?
you told me that your grandma died, but apparently you don’t give a cr-p
that’s wack, man- you don’t throw shade
at the dead relatives of your enemies
cause that don’t make you look like a man- only like a p-ssy who’s dying for attention
speaking of shade- how can you diss crypt
when you’re from the same place as upchurch
yet you supported scru face jean- that’s crypt’s best friend, man
you hypocrite- you take one half and trash the rest
but you gotta take ’em both, my- oh wait, you’re not a man, you’re a b-tch
speaking on that- you wanna diss crypt for supporting rappers who do drugs?
well, surprise, surprise- you’re in the same vein, ’cause you vape (what?)
you hypocrite- you’re not equipped to be the one rapper who disses narcotics
because you’re the one taking acrolein to your brain
they say that vaping can lead to cigarettes, and cigarettes can lead to harder drugs
so, before you diss crypt for supporting narcotics
you better get yourself to rehab and get clean, then find a job, ’cause you ain’t coming back to rap! (uh)

[chorus- ro-b. z.]
the nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end
the nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end
the nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end
the nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end
the nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end (you should have never made that diss)
the nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end (’cause now you’re gonna pay)
the nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end (it’s ’bout time you said your prayers)
the nemesis might run the game, but he always dies in the end (’cause now this king’s gonna abdicate)

[verse 2- nocturocto]
you talk a lot of sh-t- you’re just like a fly
you chime it in, pretend it’s a cow pie
now lie – say you’re rhymes are not -ss
you’re lyrics are more f-cked than a prost-tutes crack
speaking of that- i tapped your mom last night
she was real tight, had to tap it more then twice
call me daddy, she did- it was nice
i won’t marry the chick, i’ll just f-ck her when i like
what you wanna fight, wreck you like plane crashes
you lame b-st-rd, you’re faker than cheap plastic
i’ll plain slap ya, like a pimp- call me “master”
make you sell your -ss to make me cash, then cap you after
should boo yourself- the crypt diss you did stunk
on a beat your a skunk- stink worse than a p–p pump
you a fan of crypt’s- he’s the man, you’re a chick
and if he was a fly, you’d be a pile of sh-t that he eats up
well, why you make me spit like a llama (-spit-)
in the mic with saliva to burn a beat like it’s lava
i’m a dragon when i rap- you’re a little iguana
big b-lls but a little d-ck, and you got
big jaws but you can’t spit- you are not
at all an emcee- sh-t, you are more like a frog that ribbits
how can somebody create this sucker
you make me wanna go and slap your mother
the hag should of never let her vag be stuck with
your dads nasty d-ck till the -ssh0l- busted
you piece of cr-p i’m flushing
you as fake as the accounts you made
you pretend you’ve got a fan base
you a d-mn clown man putting on paint
to hide shame- you a disgrace
need to hide your face

[verse 3- ro-b. z.]
wait!
you ain’t a lion tamer- you’re just a piece of catnip
you ain’t a rapper- more like a wannabe blueface
you think you’re a king? well, now your fate’s automatic
you said it yourself, that “all kings will fall”
well, i’m starting a revolution, it’s time for you to (fall)
oh, you think you’re so great? well, why don’t you get a better mic then?
you think you can destroy with a diss? well, write some better rhymes then
cause your pen game is on the same level as lil xan
you’re so bad that not even gunna would want to collab with you, you little man
short and stubby, fat and ugly
feeling a bit lonely, so he decides to terrorize crypt for a little bit of clout to his name (you sick b-st-rd)
faking views and taking shots
at dead grandmas, ’cause he feels he needs a way to get his views up and for people to listen to the songs he’s made
man, crypt’s joey bada$$, you’re troy ave
dissing dead people for a small bag
well, you might have won your infinity war with your small slaps
but now, this is endgame, we ’bout to snap
now get ready to say goodbye to your career, because you’ve got your quota of fame
really, the only reason you’re getting noticed is because crypt decided to spread your name!
you think you’re a rap devil or a rap god?
well, i’m about to apostatize your name with this k!llshot
’cause you ain’t a god of war, you ain’t ares
you’re just some insecure b-tch who decided to do the unforgivable
and now it’s time for you to fall!

- ro b z

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