Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Diatribe, artist - Sinizter.
Date of issue: 08.11.2018
Song language: English
Diatribe |
Why you always hating like a bitch claiming that you gettin' busy |
But we know you really never on shit |
Talking ‘bout you sliding with the stick but we been waiting outside and we |
ain’t seen shit |
Lying in ya music bout the money that you got and how you out here on the |
corner moving bricks |
We know you a loser keep that shit on yo computer cause the goons I came with |
ain’t gon' miss |
Why you always hating like a bitch claiming that you gettin' busy |
But we know you really never on shit |
Talking ‘bout you sliding with the stick but we been waiting outside and we |
ain’t seen shit |
Lying in ya music bout the money that you got and how you out here on the |
corner moving bricks |
We know you a loser keep that shit on yo computer cause the goons I came with |
ain’t gon' miss |
Woah fuck what you sayin' |
You are not living that life that you claim! |
That dope that you bang got you living insane! |
I’ll knock out yo shit watch ‘em pick up yo brain! |
From the side of the curb when I stop on ya neck |
In yo hood tracking down every possible threat |
I’m the raid in the can tryna silence these pest |
If you ‘bout it then go stick a knife in ya chest |
Oh my god how these losers gone stop |
Freddy Krueger from crushing they dreams while sleep like some sheep ima |
Shave ‘em and stick em inside of a room make a peep |
May the choppa go rest ‘em in peace off the leash like a pit |
With no teeth but you bark on these tracks like you ready to jump in some beef |
Till machetes confetti ya face at |
Your kids quiencera please watch how you talkin' to me |
Been a lunatic straight out the uterus |
You sound so ludicrous scared of loud sounds |
How the fuck are you shooting shit I really do this Shit |
Pop up and beat on ya face and chest now you leaking from Buddah fist |
Woah! |
Let me slow it down |
So you get the picture that you roll with clowns |
See ya mans on fire ima hose ‘em down |
Then I keep on flowing like a broken valve |
Where the money that you always flexing with |
On my line you sounding very desperate |
Now these heads is spinnin' like the exorcist |
Since we found out you don’t get no bread to spit |
You a fucking goofy always perpetrating |
Screaming triple six but you don’t work with Satan |
You got all the clout but always fucking hating |
Till somebody catch up with his ass and break him, let’s go |
Why you always hating like a bitch claiming that you gettin' busy |
But we know you really never on shit |
Talking ‘bout you sliding with the stick but we been waiting outside and we |
ain’t seen shit |
Lying in ya music bout the money that you got and how you out here on the |
corner moving bricks |
We know you a loser keep that shit on yo computer cause the goons I came with |
ain’t gon' miss |
Why you always hating like a bitch claiming that you gettin' busy |
But we know you really never on shit |
Talking ‘bout you sliding with the stick but we been waiting outside and we |
ain’t seen shit |
Lying in ya music bout the money that you got and how you out here on the |
corner moving bricks |
We know you a loser keep that shit on yo computer cause the goons I came with |
ain’t gon' miss |