Fuck Talib Kweli (Diss Track To Old Ass Niggaz) (feat. J.K. The Reaper)

I hold my nuts like they hand grenades, I'm ready to blow

I bet a nigga be open minded with this Tech to his skull

I keep my phone by my dick, so when I get a call

I can feel what you want, I'm good for [?] and I don't give a fuck

A Nazi vampire and I rep that shit

'Cause I bet I'll kill any nigga disrespect my clique

Respect my dick, I'm a heathen, I ain't no lyricist bitch

I pull up to Talib's nursing home and I shoot that shit

I gotta kickstand dick, yo bitch gon' lean on this

Said shut up bitch, what up bitch?

In this bitch, in this bitch

I'ma pop, like a zit

Fuckin' with a dog but a nigga get bit

Fuckin' with the law but a nigga get hit

Fuckin' with a nigga like me, I'm lit

Fuckin' with a nigga like me, I'm lit

Fuckin' with a nigga like me, I'm lit (yeah)

Huh, huh, huh, get it get it, huh, huh

Put a hole in a nigga fitted like, huh

Ha, hey! (ahaha)

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh!

Old ass nigga he in a wheelchair, ooh

I'ma fold that nigga like he a lawn chair, ayy

Nigga need Rogaine

I'm Hank Hill with this propane

All a nigga spit is flame

And then I dash off like the new dame, damn

Flame on, ooh, game on, ooh

Game on, ooh, shame on you, bitch

Game on, who, shame on you, old fuck nigga

I'm Donald Duckin' all you cock suckers

I'm the wrong nigga to ever fuck with

Got a whole guest list

I'ma kill off any rapper that'll ever come and test this

Uh, Nigga got one song, uh yeah, just to get by

Uh yeah, and that shit went bronze

Uh yeah, pull up on a nigga like

Said shut up bitch, what up bitch?

In this bitch, in this bitch

I'ma pop, like a zit

Fuckin' with a dog but a nigga get bit

Fuckin' with the law but a nigga get hit

Fuckin' with a nigga like me, I'm lit

Fuckin' with a nigga like me, I'm lit

Fuckin' with a nigga like me, I'm lit (yeah)

Huh, huh, huh, get it get it, huh, huh

Put a hole in a nigga fitted like, huh

Ha, hey! (ahaha)

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh!

I listened to Black Star for Mos Def

Send all your beats back to Hi-Tek

All your fans deaf, old or dead

And your last album went charcoal

Shit shouldn't have a barcode

Beat a nigga with a bar stool

Fitted hats in leather chaps

Nigga who the fuck are you?

Now when a nigga Google you

It's just gon' be your obituary

Your career died with Chappelle's show

And your hairline look temporary

Tell me how you tweet me from a Jitterbug

And your next album named Life Alert

Help I've fallen and I can't get up

That's how I felt when I heard it get hot first

On [black planet?] tryna bag bitches

Your kids embarrassed and I know it's true

Please stay off the internet

'Cause these young niggas don't fuck with you

Them old niggas don't fuck with you

Your own niggas don't fuck with you

That's why every nigga you came up with

Got fame quick and excelled you

Minnesota don't fuck with you

[?] don't fuck with you

Lil Durk don't fuck with you

And your own wife don't fuck with you

Nigga yo kids ain't yo kids

They Kanye's, I got the proof

Hehe, haha, haaaa

[?]

Shut the fuck up, you twice my age

I'm tryna take your daughter to the prom, nigga

Fuck wrong with you

Go ahead, say some political refugee

Camp bullshit, nigga we don't give a fuck

Go comb yo beard, egg head ass nigga