#HFag
This is a diss to #HSwag. This is my brother and I's first time rapping by the way. We're guitarists. We wrote all of the lyrics our selves despite the music by Tupac, Runnin' (Dying To Live). Well, let me know what you think!
No copyright infringement intended.
Music - Runnin' (Dying To Live) belongs to Tupac Shakur (Amaru Entertainment)
Lyrics
(Andy)
Listen,
You think you're bad going around thinking you can rhyme?
You're brand new to the game bitch, get back in line.
Leave it to the pros 'cause we know what's up,
Think you can rap, boy you're dumb as fuck.
#HSwag, think you know how to make a beat?
Listen up, I'll teach you something. Take a seat.
I got the beats that make the crowd want to jump,
They don't want to hear no rapping Forest Gump.
You smoke blunts and get high, now do you?
Smoke ain't the only thing that your mom just blew.
1, 2, 3, 4, "bang" there goes your shot,
Is that the best you can do? Is that all you got?
Bring it on bitch if you think that you're hot shit,
Pass the bong and I'll teach you how a real man takes a hit.
(Alex)
Haha. Goddamn, boy, think you're the hottest shit?
You're just another wannabe, just fucking quit.
Bragging about yourself thinking you're the fucking best,
Blunt blowing, joint smoking, cumming on your mother's chest.
Getting big and getting fame, that is all you want.
Bitch, fuck you, you're just another fucking cunt.
Music is my life, it's what I love to do,
It don't need to be ruined by a bitch like you.
Lame ass lyrics and gay ass rhymes,
Now listen to us and don't waste our time.
I don't understand a word that you just said,
Like your mom when she was on her knees giving me head.
You're so called "raps" always make me laugh,
You get more haters with everyday that pass.
You're beats sound like it came from an elevator,
I'm done, tell you're mom I'll bring her clothes back later.
(Andy)
Check it,
You're trying to play this game with the shame and the blame,
But you're never going to get the fame.
You think that you are a legitimate rapper,
When you get your rhymes from the back of a candy wrapper.
You have haters? Oh no, "I'm raging",
Think you're good at rapping? Come on I'm waiting.
On you to stop trying to be something you're not,
This career is down the toilet for you, let it rot.
It's time for you to get lost and leave the music to us,
You think you can rap because you smoke and cuss.
Not because you feel the music the way we do,
Get the fuck out and take your mother back with you too.
Bitch.
Lyrics written by myself Andy Cortez & Alex Cortez