D-83 the Rapper - Get Exposed (Diss Track) Lyrics

So your name is D-84 the Rapper
What am I suppose to call you; a candy rapper?
You look over-weight; and you look like a scam
I'm shredding your career into a can of spam
You take all your pictures from the internet
I'll rap against you and screw up your mindset
Got on Instagram and apparently I'm bobby hill
D-84 you ain't gonna get no skill
Especially if your next album is a stick man ninja
Your so fake your own career gave you the hamma
Apparently your first song is Apollo domain
I just barbecued your ass with propane
Congratulations on your new fake hip hop career
Took my name and replaced 3 with a four oh dear
You can't even post one good freestyle
I guess I'll stamp you now with a denial
Oh by the way you're a fake rap specialist
Matter of fact you ain't even a specialist
To me you're just a fake ass bitch
Yeah, Now go dig a hole in a ditch
Because that is where your career is gonna be
If your career dies I ain't paying the funeral fee
Guess now you know to back the f*ck off
Cause I made your fat ass career drown off
Battle me with gun if you dare to fight
I'll still kick your ass any time that's right
Enough with the words lets turn them into actions
I'm bout to go off like a damn chain reaction
I'm actually glad that you ain't showed your face
Because you have no balls since you're a disgrace
If you were rich you would own your record label
I bet you like me you can't even own a label
Dude step your game up and keep on my flow
When I shut you up Imma be like you mad bro
You think I care about your Instagram raps
That shit just wants to make me take a nap
Looks like you ain't got your toxic ways
I making your whole career turn sideways
Go back to high school you're not a rapper
Your career is in my hand like a damn trapper
Get twisted, snapped, and then trapped
Like a Krispy Treats your career popped
After that I'm finishing you off like a fatality
Like the browns going the super bowl you can't even beat me
In the end D-84 your just like lime wire
Its gonna go from good to bad to really sour
I'm going to bury you like Goon Trill
I gave him the nickname called Gone Still
Just for the record don't need nobody to take you out
Like R Kelly you gonna piss on yourself and pout
Listen I'm coming in silent like Tyler The Creator
You're a fool for not serving our lord and savior
Science ain't always the answer sunny boy
Neither is taking away a person's own joy
Now go ahead diss me in your studio booth
But get exposed blast through the roof