The fuck is the middleton tellin’ me

Always in the trainer’s room

J Bietz ain’t bout this

J Bietz ain’t bout that

Ma boy got IT and fuckin’ T-rup and ‘em, hehe

Say that runnin’ don’t be puttin’ in no work

SHUT THE FUCK UP

Y’all runners ain’t no shit

All ya motherfuckers talk about

J Bietz ain’t no runner

J Bietz ain’t this, J Bietz a fake

SHUT THE FUCK UP

Y’all don’t live with that runner
Y’all know that runner run with the crooked J’s runnin’ for Calder and shit

Jonas been on summer runnin’ since, fuckin’ I don’t know when

Motherfucker stop fuckin’ pLAyin’ him like that

Dem runner savages out there

If I catch another motherfucker talkin shit about J Bietz, I’m fuckin’ beatin the ass

I’m not fuckin’ playin’ no more, you KNOW that runner roll with da crayfish and them

JONAS BIETZ, Holla

==ZACH==

Okay it’s distance gang ‘til I’m deceased, fuck around we run repeats (YA)

Ridin’ up in that whip, yeah we strapped up with that TP

Race me, Defeat, boy ya never gon’ beat me

How the fuck ya supposed to win if yo’ scrub ass can’t see me

Other teams, diss track, where the fuck is yo’ diss at
I ain’t even got time for that, got a TIMEX where my wrist at

Wanna verse, pay me, stuntin’ hard like I’m J Bietz

Distance rain got real flame these other rappers got fake peep

Real athletes run shit, all y’all just playin’ games

Talk about dem wannabes, if that’s the case just say the name

Boy we runnin’ fast as fuck, hit the track and lap ‘em up

Races we be zoopin’ but we really ‘bout that rappin’ stuff

Slow down relax, yeah I snappin’ on three tracks

Other teams be takin’ L’s I bet y’all want a rematch

All da girls be flockin’ cuz we faster and we stronger

And oh yeah, forgot to mention: Distance guys last LONGER

(hit ‘em with the train)

==C-MAC==
Make it drop I’ll move and rock dis flyer flow don’t really stop (CMAC)

Judge a girl and to without she goin’ for the team cuz she really bop

On ma whips, all ma whips be floorin’ push the start they roarin’

Crazy two, say I’m borin’ to the early mornin’

Got your bitch, layin’ in ma bed after ten rounds

We bo der, wakin’ up to some good head boy

CC boys get with it got deez fuck, n***as hatin’ now we

Got it locked up, AODs and injuries yeah you

Already know me, it’s CMAC boy, I like to shit up and swallow the key with DAB

We the CC boys we steal, all yo goddamn honies

Throwin’ bends yeah you know we got this fuckin’ money

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Hey Ozzie boy

Yo what up 50 Cal

Hey, remember when the football players said they’d make a diss track

HELL YEAH WHERE DAT THO BOY

Where dat shit at

==DOM==

Run dis meet like big Baby, six Rosa hills fuck off of me

CC says bye, bye to Ben Blanchard like he said it took Tory (bye-bye)

Amber with Jared almost (leave him alone) stop tryin’ to ho and shoot my man’s (fuck you Amber)

[Can’t understand this line sorry]

Carl always on one, he stays trap and havin’ fun

If Casey Hopp is feelin’ right that probably means we win tonight (W)

Moses, time for strength let’s check the watch, yeah Hell no

Still spray yer face and hit a 3, my race has started enjoy the show

==JACK==

Boy I’m spittin’ like I’m on a run, West reign’s over their times done

Cuz M-house we on da course, beat yer whole team with NO remorse

Ran fire like Tabasco, I run shit like [Cathco] (runnin’)

My bars like the ice bath to fifty, now that’s cold (ice)

My brook’s on, I’m lookin’ clean, slayin’ runners I’m [Ed gene]

Hydratin’ all day, sippin’ lean out my Nalgene (leeeaann)

Flippin’ bricks like Flapjack, distance launchin’ attacks

Up top pushin’ the pace, Casey Hopp yellin’ relax

==AUSTIN==

Sprint dis fuckin’ 5k, bitch I been high for 5 days

Chillin’ in the cloud and I never comin’ down

Runnin’ every day, but I never get a raise

Even though I’m pushin’ for the spot that they all praise

A white rapper, who’s also dapper

I snap up on the beat it’s deceased, ya get it, capiche?

I’m whippin’ in the phantom, yeah runnin’ shit my anthem

The bitches say I handsome so I take the pussy ransom boy I’m

Ballin on a budget but the bitches say they love it cuz I’m

Stacking green and gettin’ chips, fucking cracka call me rich

Writin’ raps and runnin’ shit, everyone, split it quick

Like the witch who grabs my dick, gun goes off it’s time to kick

CC, XC, reach in the bag no I got a palm tree

Zoopin’ off a runner high and a mort see

But a bunch of it was burnin’ in a pile of debris

Runnin’ till the sun goes down waitin’ for the comeup

Ya bitch with me and she waitin’ for da cumma

But fuck that ho, she needs to shut up, cuz I’m too busy running shit

==50==

CC boys from down the street, run 800 fuck repeats

Let’s stand up, take a seat, faster than you, on a premeet

Takin’ L’s when Casey says, finish the Seven

I’m on that runner’s high, all the way to the Heavens

Zoopin’ past these runners like I’m ON ONE

Load the 50, cock it back, squeeze the trigger, WATCH ‘EM Run

Yo why’d you fire Mike, he said Work hard, you got a slot

Now feel that pain, Get a spot, no Name kids don’t get no spot

Take a run down Sandy Beach, fuck that at runnin’ routes

Mouse in a pool, good night out, cat in the rat, smells like trout

Took a year and now I’m a Captain you know that shit never happened

Dollar Tree, always snackin’ runnin’ gang, always dappin’

[TP Josh’s house baaaaack to back
Took a little break now I’m baaaaack to that] x2