"Free Meal (Horseshoe Gang Diss)" Videos
Horseshit Gang is amateurs
For real, like from a real artist's perspective they are fucking amateurs
They have no idea what they're doing
They just rap fast and think it's dope
[Verse 1: Hopsin]
You're now about to feel the wrath of Hopsin, Dizzy Wright and Benton
Your careers was ended the moment that I was mentioned
This rap shit is my religion
Sorry Crooked I but sending Horseshit in to diss us wasn't a wise decision
It's a setback for sure
Not only on they weak careers but it's a setback on yours
So step back, endure the rain, the suffer and pain
You want a problem?
Here's a death match, it's war
Fuck Horseshit Gang they straight lame, all four suck
I put 500k on this battle, you put yours up?
You poor bums couldn't afford a sweater from Nordstrom's
After this shit is finished, niggas better reward us
My girl's 'gram has more likes than yours does
How does it feel to have never been on a tour bus?
It's probably similar to alcohol on a sore cut
You niggas suck; in other words niggas, you're fucked
You really thought we wouldn't stop you? Please
Fuck you mean? We'll puncture you and watch you bleed
See I patrol the game daily like the cops do streets
I'm too beast, niggas we will rock you; Queen
For real, it's like your buzz is invisible, dang
You don't even have residuals, game
From your predictable lane
Your song sucks so you ain't getting no fame
Nobody even knows you nigga's individual names
[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]
Y'all done stepped in some horse shit
I'll turn you horseshoe niggas to corpses
For a dollar and a snack I bet they blow a horse dick
I ain't want to murk them but fuck it, you niggas pushed me
I'd let you fuck my wife but I'm sorry, she don't like pussy
I'm bending corners, let you broke niggas ride along
What bunch of fucking gangsters, but they can't afford a firearm
I know you need guap, take a moment to breathe Doc
Bet they do the drive-by on a bike with a slingshot
Y'all basic, lookin' like you need bathing
Call me cause my grandmama got room in the basement
You could never shit on me, you should lend your bitch to me
We stock you up with canned goods and give you free publicity
500K but we doin' this one for charity
Stackin' bread like I'm Sara Lee, you should be very scared of me
Fire marshall build, you faggots can get extinguished
On Sway lookin' like some broke R&B singers
What you? Ron, Bobby, Ricky and Mike?
Must be smokin' that hard and sniffin' that white
See this rap shit ain't workin', you niggas should get a fuckin' job
Nah seriously, niggas get a fuckin' job
I feel bad for any man that can't afford a meal
Tell Mike Trampe to learn how to count a half a mil'
(What about that half a million though?
Ah listen man, I'm already workin' on it, I got about 225 right now, Sway, so we can come up with the other 225, we're ready to go)
Houston to Horseshit, come back down to Earth
Ain't you niggas in your 40s like this rappin' gon' work?
Aye your bitch said she tired of hearin' them lame rap dreams
Pay a bill, nigga, shit is not happening
In high school you was the man, homie
Fuck happened to you?
Bitch I'm back in the booth and I'm spittin' it for the homeless
Serial killer, I murder all my opponents
Let me break it down, don't think you niggas gon' make it
You got a better chance at gettin' hit by a spaceship
But I'ma pray for 'em, dear Lord, please bless the bum niggas
I know they're starvin', please help 'em out with a lunch, would you?
Drop 'em all, linoleum, who gassed 'em like petroleum?
Get murked by me, Dizz and that nigga from Nickelodeon
Dame said he hirin', we need some custodians
I bet your label fuck you in the ass with no petroleum
Mr. Benton, I'll abort you lames
Can somebody spare some change for the Horseshoe G.A.N.G.?
[Interlude: Jarren Bent
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