6Ninjahs Diss Lyrics

I'm flying to Vancouver

On a private jet

Trying scrap with bars use

Your common sense

Dont get let down get

Gassed by the crowed

You lost as a kid now you

Gonna loose as a man Now

You a Stan a fan Get offed for a gram

Yo all jokes aside

We hungry you can get a fork in the Eye do time in the pen

Get ink on my Hand this a joke now laugh with your Throat

Trying provoke the dope Im Right under your nose

Being from Columbia

Thought you take the blow to many Head shots

In the dark seein red dots

We all masked up now

Put you hands

Up gimmie everything you

Got on ya person this a stick up its Twisted

Cursive shots bust while we Cursin

Get burned your body land in urn

While you hearin some nice words From a sermon

I'm a monster Mythological serpent

These chemicals on my tongue

I'm leaving the earth with

You confused thinking Im gonna lose

My third opponent

The others bailed

For a even spoke

My vocals carry hurt

I'm talking to you titan you

Get found when the tide comes in

Wardo we see what that war do

Left hand Vietnam World War II

None of you ready

Stand steady on your feet

I demand silence when I speak

You just a flavor of the weak

Not the one for seven days

Replace the e with a

You gonna need 6 ninjahs

First learn to spell the h on the end yea Thats hell

Ring the bell for i start biting ears

You out of the

Country but you livin fear

With this word play

I'm ahead light years

Make those glasses contacts if

You want to star war

I can teleport put a blade through your Car door

You wont live a second more

Just another dead Jedi on episode One

We hear you studdering up

Lip quivering why youre delivering

This wack shit you tryin fit it in

Its to easy for me

You dont even need to respond dog ill Just leave