Free Meal (horseshoe Gang Diss) Lyrics - Singles - Funk Volume

[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 build, 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 bird, 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