Bran L, Winter, Eman - WWIII lyrics

You know who I’m talking ‘bout
Shut your Lyin mouth, before I
Put you on the spot, oh wait I am damn
I learned my
Mistake by datin minors what about you
Do you want a future or
Be behind bars, c’mon man you
Fuckin with the wrong people
Me and E Man are gonna roast your ass
And we gonna talk about the past

Yeah Hit It E Man!

Let's speak about the past, before
I come at your ass
You used to be cool, until you became a fool
Speaking behind my back you whack ass
Rapper full of cap
Annihilate you from the book of
Rap thinking you got
The dictionary to prove me wrong, I'm
King Kong without the stupid gun
Thought you
Werе psychic, My expression is priceless
Gonna exploit your weak points with my
Penetrating weed joints, E man annoyed
Now you gonna get destroyed
Bran L gonna take you straight to hell
Deep in my mind Is the worst time for me to
Rip a spine, Don't underestimate my power
Line, you ain't on my level
I may be new but don't think
I can't spew … chris

Shut the fuck up, sit the fuck
Down, just cause your book smart, doesn’t
Mean you have credibility, Puttin my family
Through a lot of shit
Tell me ‘bout the time when you got a
Lawsuit cause you said you sell my sisters
Friends body parts for prostitution
I’m speaking facts not
That fruity loops that you talkin ‘bout
I heard from a source that
You were gonna diss me
Where’s the diss at you punk
Ass, you fucked up, you need to get it
You a disgrace to human life

CHRIS u got me cough-in put you in the
Coffin, got me diving like a dolphin
Hate it when I have to kill the amazing skill
I have to build ice mice old spice hit
'em with that slice not once or twice 1-2-3-4
We got a pussy at the door his
Name is Chris Wallace more like
A fat walrus spiritual, lyrical I can
Make a miracle, oh no, new
Foe, got that ice flow, time to
Go from this hoe Chris, bitch, ugly ass fish
Burn you to a crisp, bout to have a dish
Someone has a lisp, ambitious
Vicious to the nutritious

Thinkin you can rap, but when I listen to
Your shit, your whack, your off beat
No wonder why I shelved you and dropped
You off my label, stop the fables dude
Sayin to my bro
That the basketball court was free
You lied, cops called
No wonder why his bro don’t like your
Ass, c’mon man get through your thick
Skull, you a liar, a fake, is
What we call it, I’m a lyrical
Assassin don’t fuck with me, i
Put you on the map have
A career just to destroy, wannabe Eminem is
What I call you, be original, be
Unique be true to yourself
If your not than you’re lyin to yourself