Lyrics CHVSE – Roast Yourself Challenge!! (Diss Track)
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What’s up everybody, today is the Skitzo diss. AKA the roast yourself challenge
Left Skitzo:
I’ll hit it hard with everything I got
That’s full throttle
While jacking off to models
You’re rapping about the mansions
Yet you living in the grotto
The only time this kid will be buzzing
Is with a bottle
Hah
Right Skitzo:
Yea
So let me ask myself a question
Why you telling people
That you’re battling depression
I hear your songs daily
All I seen was your aggression
Cause you’re pissed off
You ain’t getting more attention
Left Skitzo:
But really you’re surprised
You’re spitting shitty rhymes
You’re barely making sense
Because you’re lifted off a dime
You’re talking bout
«I’m the demon that has died and rised»
Every time something bad happens
You just leave and hide
Right Skitzo:
You were nothing for eternity
Punched a mirror
Then you sent yourself to the infirmary
You sliced a fucking tendon
Then your bitch ass needed surgery
You needa learn not to fuck with shit
That ain’t concerning me
Left Skitzo:
Hah
My flow is clean just like I polished it
I always take the beat
Into the back
And then I’ll stomp on it
If you think I’m not roasting
Think about this song a bit
I could beat myself in a battle
By giving compliments
Right Skitzo:
1st verse down
Yet I think we need another
A no life pot head
Toking on his bubbler
You’re not a savage
Or a baller
Bitch you’re just stubborn
The fucked up kid
Who said he’d rape Rice’s mother
Left Skitzo:
You broke bitch
With a zero balance of cash
But you dropped out of school
You weren’t passing a class
You got nothing on me
Except the facts from the past
So try to heat it up
Where’s the drastic attack
Right Skitzo:
You got 160k
But barely pulling half the views
Why you tryna roast on people
Yo, you’re bound to fucking lose
You should end it all now
Please climb up in the noose
And just kick your fucking legs
Until the chair has seemed to leave your shoes
Left Skitzo:
You got a mop on the top of your head
Need I drop it again
You’re not I’ll
Unless you caught what I spread
So you’re shot till you’re dead
It’s as often as said
I’ll spit sick shit like I’m coughing up phlegm
Right Skitzo:
Got my blood pumping
Like endorphines and adrenaline
Your raps are lame, fake, boring
Plus they’re so repetitive
«Look at me I’m ballin’. All these women give me head again»
Shut the fuck up
Before I break apart your skeleton
Left Skitzo:
Eyes always squinted
I can bet your ass is sleepy
And tell me why this punk ass bitch
Is looking just like leafy
Hold onto your feelings
I’ma let you down easy
Skitzo’s such a rat
All his punchlines are cheesy