Advice XIII (feat. Megagrung)
[Intro: Gleason]
Hahaha-
You still think you’re better than me?
Sorry man. It’s just not true, is it?
[Verse 1: Megagrung]
They’re making rock bands
And I’m rolling in stock bands
Still can’t stand these cunts
It’s like I’m doing a handstand
Clashes are fun, but this one’s bitter
Massacre the mic like Kyle Ritten-
MEGAGRUNG’s flow surely smitten
You’re a pussy blud, little kitten
Gleason sent then Kieran swore
Who’s really winning this War?
I got a vision, It’s clear as fuck to see
Word to one plus one and JMCEE
Wordplay like “This shit’s too easy”
Pack the smoke, like I’m too Greazy
I got a wetter, weatherman, you’re moist
MEGAGRUNG famous like WEB Dubois
[Pre-Verse: Gleason]
That’s right GRUNG, I’m certainly one of the best
I profess in every tune I’ve finessed that I’ve got them vexed (hahah)
[Verse 2: Gleason]
I got two G’s, that’s word to MEGAGRUNG and Wheezy, man, you got two G’s, that’s Miller and that prick got Diabetes (haha)
I got 3 stacks, reload the clacks, this shit ain’t cap, lift back your cap (like what?)
You got 3 stacks, those bills over due, I’m way past “over you”, I’m Jehovah and, I’m feeling blue
Like Ebenezer Scrooge, who the fuck do you think, you’re talking to? (Like what?)
Lyrical suicide, that’s the path you’re on right now
We can have a fight right now; but let’s be honest, I’m way past ‘Fight Night’ right now
Back the fuck up boy, I think you’re missing the point
Words hotter than the heat from [?]’s joints
Watch me pull all my joints, as I’m climbing the scene
These cunts still can’t see, need some fuckin’ visene
Scared to drop a response, you keep on forgetting
This beef ain’t vegan, there ain’t no pretending
I despise your songs, like I spelt a violin wrong
Attack with violence on songs, climb up like higher than bongs (Fuck you)
Hahaha-
You still think you’re better than me?
Sorry man. It’s just not true, is it?
[Verse 1: Megagrung]
They’re making rock bands
And I’m rolling in stock bands
Still can’t stand these cunts
It’s like I’m doing a handstand
Clashes are fun, but this one’s bitter
Massacre the mic like Kyle Ritten-
MEGAGRUNG’s flow surely smitten
You’re a pussy blud, little kitten
Gleason sent then Kieran swore
Who’s really winning this War?
I got a vision, It’s clear as fuck to see
Word to one plus one and JMCEE
Wordplay like “This shit’s too easy”
Pack the smoke, like I’m too Greazy
I got a wetter, weatherman, you’re moist
MEGAGRUNG famous like WEB Dubois
[Pre-Verse: Gleason]
That’s right GRUNG, I’m certainly one of the best
I profess in every tune I’ve finessed that I’ve got them vexed (hahah)
[Verse 2: Gleason]
I got two G’s, that’s word to MEGAGRUNG and Wheezy, man, you got two G’s, that’s Miller and that prick got Diabetes (haha)
I got 3 stacks, reload the clacks, this shit ain’t cap, lift back your cap (like what?)
You got 3 stacks, those bills over due, I’m way past “over you”, I’m Jehovah and, I’m feeling blue
Like Ebenezer Scrooge, who the fuck do you think, you’re talking to? (Like what?)
Lyrical suicide, that’s the path you’re on right now
We can have a fight right now; but let’s be honest, I’m way past ‘Fight Night’ right now
Back the fuck up boy, I think you’re missing the point
Words hotter than the heat from [?]’s joints
Watch me pull all my joints, as I’m climbing the scene
These cunts still can’t see, need some fuckin’ visene
Scared to drop a response, you keep on forgetting
This beef ain’t vegan, there ain’t no pretending
I despise your songs, like I spelt a violin wrong
Attack with violence on songs, climb up like higher than bongs (Fuck you)