Today, we dishonor the memory
Of an e-boy motherf*cker with a stick up his ass named Jaden Tyler
Today we put him six feet under
F*ck this SoundCloud rapper I've had enough
U A Clown was a sublim that you ain't pick up
The rattle that you was born with is gold and silver
Motherf*cker just salty 'cause I dated his sister
I'm sick of this damn wannabe Italian
Your name is meatball and you wear fedoras what's happening
Don't think you know who you're battling
Putting this ho in his place ain't really that challenging
I ain't rich man I'm starting from the bottom
You've got money shoved up your ass like issa condom
After this track, like X, who's gon' be more dead
I don't know what's bigger, your ego, or your forehead
And what you gonna put out next, those bars you spit on FaceTime
That shit was trash, sit on your ass, you obviously ain't fine
Your rhyme schemes suck and your flow is monotonous
Never stopping this, you at a low level I am on top of this
The gat I'm cocking is my words and they're locking in
To the heart of a retard that is dearly departing
Not only have you dissed me, but you dissed your own family
Anxiously wanting to shut me down, this is insanity
In terms of your rapping it's trash, and I've had it, wait
You saying that I choke on dick but really you the one that's gay
Said that we squashed the beef but you was lying
You claiming that you wasn't even trying
After your diss track, I wasn't crying
While your eyes, you be drying
Didn't expect this
Flexing Monopoly money, your diss track not even funny
Mumbling, jumbling all your lyrics are succumbing
To my lyricism, making an incision in heart, vision's
Rapidly decreasing 'cause you obviously ain't seeing
The consequences of your actions, I'm spitting facts and
I see you got your parents shoving money up your ass
Imma be making a mil with my own technical skill
While you're sitting in your mama's basement writing your will
I'm making that heat like I'm gassing them out
E-boy you should get that cock out your mouth
You're thinking that you're f*cking dissing me but in reality you are just shouting me out
You're becoming a ghost today just like your writer
This is your obituary, damn Jaden Tyler
You keep talking shit and this the end of it but you claiming a lot of false shit you a liar
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Today, we dishonor the memory
Of an e-boy motherf*cker with a stick up his ass named Jaden Tyler
Today we put him six feet under
F*ck this SoundCloud rapper I've had enough
U A Clown was a sublim that you ain't pick up
The rattle that you was born with is gold and silver
Motherf*cker just salty 'cause I dated his sister
I'm sick of this damn wannabe Italian
Your name is meatball and you wear fedoras what's happening
Don't think you know who you're battling
Putting this ho in his place ain't really that challenging
I ain't rich man I'm starting from the bottom
You've got money shoved up your ass like issa condom
After this track, like X, who's gon' be more dead
I don't know what's bigger, your ego, or your forehead
And what you gonna put out next, those bars you spit on FaceTime
That shit was trash, sit on your ass, you obviously ain't fine
Your rhyme schemes suck and your flow is monotonous
Never stopping this, you at a low level I am on top of this
The gat I'm cocking is my words and they're locking in
To the heart of a retard that is dearly departing
Not only have you dissed me, but you dissed your own family
Anxiously wanting to shut me down, this is insanity
In terms of your rapping it's trash, and I've had it, wait
You saying that I choke on dick but really you the one that's gay
Said that we squashed the beef but you was lying
You claiming that you wasn't even trying
After your diss track, I wasn't crying
While your eyes, you be drying
Didn't expect this
Flexing Monopoly money, your diss track not even funny
Mumbling, jumbling all your lyrics are succumbing
To my lyricism, making an incision in heart, vision's
Rapidly decreasing 'cause you obviously ain't seeing
The consequences of your actions, I'm spitting facts and
I see you got your parents shoving money up your ass
Imma be making a mil with my own technical skill
While you're sitting in your mama's basement writing your will
I'm making that heat like I'm gassing them out
E-boy you should get that cock out your mouth
You're thinking that you're f*cking dissing me but in reality you are just shouting me out
You're becoming a ghost today just like your writer
This is your obituary, damn Jaden Tyler
You keep talking shit and this the end of it but you claiming a lot of false shit you a liar
Of an e-boy motherf*cker with a stick up his ass named Jaden Tyler
Today we put him six feet under
F*ck this SoundCloud rapper I've had enough
U A Clown was a sublim that you ain't pick up
The rattle that you was born with is gold and silver
Motherf*cker just salty 'cause I dated his sister
I'm sick of this damn wannabe Italian
Your name is meatball and you wear fedoras what's happening
Don't think you know who you're battling
Putting this ho in his place ain't really that challenging
I ain't rich man I'm starting from the bottom
You've got money shoved up your ass like issa condom
After this track, like X, who's gon' be more dead
I don't know what's bigger, your ego, or your forehead
And what you gonna put out next, those bars you spit on FaceTime
That shit was trash, sit on your ass, you obviously ain't fine
Your rhyme schemes suck and your flow is monotonous
Never stopping this, you at a low level I am on top of this
The gat I'm cocking is my words and they're locking in
To the heart of a retard that is dearly departing
Not only have you dissed me, but you dissed your own family
Anxiously wanting to shut me down, this is insanity
In terms of your rapping it's trash, and I've had it, wait
You saying that I choke on dick but really you the one that's gay
Said that we squashed the beef but you was lying
You claiming that you wasn't even trying
After your diss track, I wasn't crying
While your eyes, you be drying
Didn't expect this
Flexing Monopoly money, your diss track not even funny
Mumbling, jumbling all your lyrics are succumbing
To my lyricism, making an incision in heart, vision's
Rapidly decreasing 'cause you obviously ain't seeing
The consequences of your actions, I'm spitting facts and
I see you got your parents shoving money up your ass
Imma be making a mil with my own technical skill
While you're sitting in your mama's basement writing your will
I'm making that heat like I'm gassing them out
E-boy you should get that cock out your mouth
You're thinking that you're f*cking dissing me but in reality you are just shouting me out
You're becoming a ghost today just like your writer
This is your obituary, damn Jaden Tyler
You keep talking shit and this the end of it but you claiming a lot of false shit you a liar
Writer: Hunter Lipari
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