Lyrics:

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Yeah
Yeah
Uh huh
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This is your man Balaclava
Spitting bars like I’m King Mathers
The instrumental for this diss
Wasn’t made on ukulele
That shit takes skill
Like doing flips with Toilet Fish
You holding that uke like a little bish
You’re obsessed with that instrument
How can you want a girlfriend
When you think playing that is some accomplishment
You sing that your heart is in Venice
When I’m finished fucking you up
You’ll need to pay for a dentist
Sure you can use those fingers
That’s why you’re good at cubing
Getting those low time figures
I get you can turn that cube plenty
But that’s successful hobby one of out what?
Twenty?
You scared of me now?
Your hands on the cube shaking
Looking like you got a disability
Time to finish this and lock you in a mental facility
Nah, just kidding though I ain’t done yet
I’ve said things about you that are hard to forget
But that’s not to mention how you’re whack
And say things like ‘nigga toilet’ and ‘deadass’ coz you think that you’re black
I think I’m gonna make this kid cry, yikes
This is so sad guys can we hit 100 likes?
This guy’s response will be childlike
Shut up bitch, hail me I'm your Third Reich
You're a fucking bitch
Just listen to my elevator pitch
You're not entertaining
You claim that you're not discriminating
Stop saying that fat n word or get out
Get yourself some clout

Don’t take this to heart though man
Seriously one of my best mates, love you
DEADASS