Song Description
Fourth in the "Diss" saga.
Song Length |
1:51 |
Genre |
Rap - General, Rap - Gangsta |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Detestable, Sadistic |
Subject |
Insults, Disgust |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Antoin is here to collect,
the winnings of our last bet.
Our bond has matured,
you're in my eternal debt.
You're haggard as fuck,
but don't act your age.
So I'll level you and set up a kiddie's stage.
Let me channel my youth,
even then I was a bitch.
I'll make you like Hansel and Gretel,
roasted and served by this witch.
Diss Connect the dots,
till I can't see your face no more.
Totally wiped you out
and it's only Diss Connect four.
If you want to end this quick,
here's a jump rope.
Hang man, to the tree now,
if you can't cope.
Race time,
you can't beat my track record.
I'm lapping you eternity,
feeling the Disstance discord.
Lost your marbles now,
but wrong one's you hippo fat fuck.
Antoin chutes and scores again,
down the ladder and luck.
Child trauma all over again,
so you're twice fucked in the brain.
Now for a different trip
'cause you've a fucking pathetic game.
You Wished Upon a Star
hoping it wood be the last time.
You're Pinocchio, full of bullshit,
it's Diss-ney time.
You're made of sticks,
but still have bones.
Broken minds, soon bodies,
I've got plenty of stones.
It's a Whole New World for you,
a world of pain.
You're Part of My World now,
where your life's in vain.
You're Damned in diss stress,
no Princes or heroes they'll be sending.
You've been cursed by me cunts,
here there is no happy ending.
I'm the royal, the Evil Queen and so Maleficent,
bow down to me as it's begun, your final descent.
A spindle wheel with a needle, 'cause you're the real prick.
Connect the diss, I don't forgive vile roaches who make me sick.
Now Hush little baby,
can't say a word.
Mouth sewn shut.
I'm the Mockingbird.
Antoin's lullabye is putting you to bed,
Best never wake up and just stay dead.
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