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[Intro: Hopsin]

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 Bill, 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

Damn, homie

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.?

Bitch


[Interlude: Jarren Benton + Dizzy Wright]

Look man, I didn't wanna do it to y'all niggas, man

I liked y'all niggas, you know what I'm sayin'?

But goddamn, y'all pushed us, man

We didn't even call your name

We know y'all niggas ain't got money

Your goddamn Motown, Philly, suit wearin' ass nigga

Old goddamn Boyz II Men lookin' nigga

MC Brain, goddamn tied shirt wearin' ass nigga

Old goddamn r&b singer lookin' mothafuckas

Man, aye fuck this shit, Dizzy

You niggas done fucked up

I'ma light the dizzy, OG

I'ma let my lil' nigga get you

Bad career move, nigga

I ain't even wastin' no time, we got canned goods, nigga

We gon' help feed y'all niggas

Let's go!


[Verse 3: Dizzy Wright]

So you the fuck niggas that want it first

My stomach hurts so somebody finna get shitted on

My vision long and I coulda seen this from a mile away

You niggas is endin' your careers, we comin' up out the gate

Now you can't escape, the nerve of this man

I'm El Chapo sendin' these Donald Trumps their surgery plans

Emergency land

You can tell we the current demand

Y'all ain't hungry, you bitches thirsty, here's a courtesy can

You niggas obviously not hungry enough, it's tough to see it

So how can you believe a crooked eye certainly can?

Yo fuck a Horseshit Gang., this a burglary

We studied niggas thoroughly and I promise y'all won't make it this far

Let me purge, you pussy niggas shoulda just stayed in the car

I'm breakin' laws, jaws 'til faces get taken apart

I'm appalled, you fuckboys done stepped out of your league

Y'all ain't makin' no moves so it's awkward you wanna battle with speed

Now what the game need? Not another offbrand Shady group

Half a mil'? Y'all label got you out here eatin' baby food

Fuck it, now I'm your necks, y'all borin' so you're formin'

Formulatin' checks, I heard the diss, but ain't nobody take the bet

We crowded around the mic, playin' games with your life

All four of y'all sound alike, we blowin' up like dynamite

Nigga that's a high explosion

We gettin' booked for the same shows that y'all was tryna open

Homie knowin' that I'm flowin'

Stop it with the foolishness, middle finger up

I'm screamin' fuck your group of duplicates

I'm on my King Kunta shit

Ready for the battle, Shady nigga better skidaddle

You're in someone else's shadow, guarantee this make 'em fragile

Cause I'm an active activist

Y'all got a platform with no fan base

No hate but how mothafuckin' sad is this?

How's this happenin', aren't you niggas concerned

Y'all sound like every fuckin' fast rapper that I've ever heard

But I ain't mad at all, I checked out y'all catalog

Haters of the trap music but signed a deal with a trap involved

I'm just a nigga that tatted over his battle scars

You niggas fallin' off so you don't got no room to call nobody soft

You not the coldest

You tight, but shit, my tight is claustrophobic

You don't know it, 'til the side effects show you can't control it

Now it's in the open, all this for promotion

Y'all elevator goin' down and everybody knows it

According to the lie detect, who gon' sign the check?

Y'all better hit the streets

Ask your label and they look at y'all niggas in disbelief

Y'all better stick to kissin' feet 'fore I crack your grill

I hate a bitch nigga that'll settle for a Happy Meal

Have your bitch attracted to the daddy skills

Pass it on but I crashed into 'em with the caddy steel

Fuck these niggas

We already won, onto the next round

Y'all stagnant, already paralized from the neck down

Tryna battle us with the tech style

Why try nigga? Bodied by the high nigga

Didn't know I was battlin' the do or die niggas

Fuck Horseshit G.A.N.G. in 20-15, nigga

Yeah y'all buried alive already, fuck y'all

Sleep in your casket tonight, nigga

Don't step out of your league no more, nigga

Get some fans before you try to get in a rap battle, fuckboy

FV 20-15, nigga 

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