Facts - Lord Lhus

They wanna test the iron fist, get hit, marked off the list

Slit ya wrist from the depressing impression that you could body shit

I’m highly lit, you sparked the wick now watch the bomb explode

Blow my load all over this rap comedy show

You a faggot though with cock on ya mind lately

You talk about my dick like you wanna mouth rape me

That’s great B and you in luck so grab the rubber

'Cause I never had herpies, I caught crabs from ya mother

Another stutter, you garbage but let the fans decide

Run and cry, looking for comfort like when ya father died

I’m down to ride to the bitter end

Ya wack friends feminine like odub biting Eminem

What’s the deal with them?

A no good spectacle

All of ya boys a bunch of metrosexuals

You’re hilarious, talking vexed though

You fell off like Necro, I’m better 'cause I said so

Let’s test flows, and keep the music hot

Who’s the top?

Lyrically testing you on the spot

And fuck New York, that’s the last place I’d wanna live

City kids die hungry and cold in the apocalypse

I’m rocking this out loud 'cause I’m right bruh

Ya girl been passed around like a blunt in the cypher

I know men that been inside of ya queen

While you dissing my ex that I dated at 17

That savage brothers shit is old news

You talking about some bitch we all fucked in high school

I’m 32, so why the fuck should I care now

Your girl look like pear with stick legs and a hairstyle

We there now, all you rappers are too proud

I’m too loud, fuck the opinions, let’s air it out

Without a doubt gotta call out y’all big mouths

Doubting the south when I keep it the most underground

Yo, Merkules, look like he need a medic

Obese sweatin' pathetic and now he want to be a skeptic

It’s getting hectic, can’t win the battle with connections

But cashing in hard with fat acceptance while breathless

It’s rarely said but ya raps sound like Special Ed

Looking like a dead pig balancing a baby’s head

Come around and catch some more scars

Or you, Sean and Snak can circle jerk inside a four star

And you could never ever damage the great

So how 'bout you keep that bullshit in Canada, eh?

And take a jog around the block kid

And let the men handle this, I’m not the one you wanna box with

Let’s reminisce I know you feeling this

Reef’s a lost cause with that wack subliminal diss

Some mythical hits, coming from a typical dick

His face legit, looking like his mouth took a shit

Bring it, garbage rapper no one play your CDs

That’s why Reef the biggest bum in A-O-T-P

You see me dodging rifles from vitals

Reef use to be nice but been wack since Vicious Cycle

Grab ya Bible, pray to God to make the disses stop

Or sit and watch and don’t get involved when I proceed to rock

Sean and Goons at the top of the list

But there so many other dick riders I wanna diss

On the blacklist since the clock hit 7:30

Now y’all promote wack rappers like Mr. Erbie

Sorry bro you’re a nice guy, don’t get me wrong

But I fucking hate every one of ya songs

The shit is wack and don’t belong to rap

Keep making cameos in videos homie and stay off of the tracks

Or bomb back but I doubt you could

I doubt you would, nothing you’ve released is good

It’s understood, so who next to catch the fallout

Sicknature, what up?

I’m calling you out

Without a doubt, there’s no comparison

Lord Lhus, beware of him taking out all you coward embarrassments

I been prepared for this waiting to start

Now it’s on like martial law, I’ll force a stake in your heart

And do my part to air out anyone I ever lent a hand

Turned their backs on me after calling me fam

Where my royalties?

Fuck that, where’s the loyalty

Keep all the money but you ain’t never destroying me

And Vinnie Paz I ain’t scared of ya

Set me up to get jumped and then assassinate my character

I never ran from America

Found a better place placed away from the hysteria

From Bulgaria out to North America

I’m like malaria, spreading the sickness across ya area