Duke Nukem
C'mon, man, roll outta bed, please c'mon
Diss me say my name in a song
Oh, God give me a minute
Damn, son, you ballin' now, two hours
A hundred views
Bet your Snapchat lit like lighters dropped
Off in the swimmin' pool
Your best delivery on a song had
To be written' about me
You copped the first line from the
Hottest rap song of last week
Man, this fool in my hometown
Rappin' 'bout a Rhianna text
You musta fell and snapped your neck added
Trauma on top of your head
I promise I'm not even mad, it's funny
You're makin' me laugh
I'm the Cheatham coach of rap and
I got 'em sprintin' infinite laps
Today Church is poppin'
One diss song and he's dead
Last week you was emo
Coverin' Hollywood Undead
DMin' me to share your video
That sucked complete ass
Bunch of dudes in a garage
Steady scratchin' their pussy cracks
Lookin' four foot nothin'
My manhood is in your weight class
That's why you're all mine like you're
Mistakin' it for a tall glass
A cold tap, with a couple Kool-Aid packs
And I got you overheatin', keepin' up
I'm Cadillacin' it too fast
Got dust on the bottle
Closet rockin' hella class
Celebrate accomplishments with bottles
Too many for a glass
So many successful albums
"Supernatural" got me trashed
But the only time you see a chart
Is when I screenshot a plaque
But you must be the drunk one 'cause
You swung at me and missed
Your diss track was goofy haymakers
That never did connect
If you come swingin' at me I'ma tell
Somebody grab their eight year old
Metaphorically at Walmart on the floor
Cryin' for fuckin' toys
Kickin' and screamin' 'cause you
Ain't gettin' your way
'Cause you was hopin' I would post
This on social media yesterday
Like, hell yeah, man
Church is totally gonna diss back
Got bars like a prison
Bet his shit will be a sick track
Let's get followers from it
Apologize and sit back
And try to rep Cheatham even though
We said it's all trash
I put rappers in ditches, bitch
Get picked up by dudes in shackles
'Cause you got tossed on Highway 12
And you will not get recycled
And if your fruity ass talkin' shit you
Best be bringin' a ripe one
You're a Warehouse opener
Performin' Fall Out Boy recitals
With skinny jeans, lip rings
Black hair and a bunch of eyeliner
And I'm stuntin' Co-Op, it's
My only fuckin' designer, so
So fill me in, ladies
What's the name of your band?
Are you a solo act or did
You guys just use one hand?
To write a track about me
Secondly to circle-jerk
Is this a diss track or
A gay guy's love note?
You ridin' my tail, I'm about to buy you coat
You got no trollin' motor
You just floatin' with no one
You're stranded, and hateful
When I'm havin' a volleyball
Don't get deep off in this Castaway
'cause you half-assed that song
Hide your faces on my nuts
Since you're lonely and on my balls
So when you're feelin' unimportant scream
My name like you lost wilson!
But I still float, bitch
And I'm Private Ryan and I
Don't need to be saved
Clickin' close on every terminal
Ignitin' fires of rage
And I rap so much I'm poopin' elves
To go help I'm Santa Claus
That's wrap with a W
I'm tryna guide you so you don't get lost
I'm an alien
My DNA is found up under permafrost
Gonna need a hot shovel to
Bury me at every cost
All I got with some miss track
With some pussies in Clarksville
That think they got dope bars 'cause
They know the word Narcan
You musta come up with that peter
Puffin' your vape pen with your gay friends
Packed in a spray painted Nissan skate van
Lookin' like you livin' out
Tony Hawk's American Wasteland
God fell asleep on that controller
When he created you, eh, stan?
Y'all the type of motherfuckers who can't
Even bust a kick flip
But hit the mega ramp and
Only eat mega complete shit
You don't want me pressin' buttons
I'm not a gamer
But you sound aggravated like you
Lost a game of Halo
And that's all that you do
So tear apart that headset
'Cause you don't wanna hear me spit shit
Lyrics way better than you can
Bitch, I'm the one who run it
It's a job to clean my work boots
The only way you're known is bein'
Pro at playin' skin flute
All I got is hard bars
Won't he go eat on my pencil tip
I'm makin' tidal waves and all you're
Makin' is a ripple drip
And everybody rappin' a bunch
Of neanderthalic shit
I might as well throw away my
Watch and watch all the hypocrites
It's always lame trash
Beat suckin' donkey nuts
And comments how I'm 'posed to know you
When you do not have a buzz
Sayin' that we done a show
You diss me for simple fun
Is this dude a rap devil
Or a soft-spoken poetic nun?
You'd better bring the heat when your
Messin' with Mr muddy Toes
You might get yanked in the Cumberland
Smothered by undertows
Yeah, I got a bad habit
I ain't talkin' underglow
I'm talkin' murder with pens I got
At Staples a month ago
While I was there I decided
To pick you up envelopes
So after you're done confessin' love
Lick it slow and seal it closed
Maybe you'll paper cut your tongue
And fix that mediocre flow
I tried to Google you but all that
Came up was that you a ho
By the way my girl's name
Ain't Briahna it's Brianna
You wouldn't know that 'cause you
Play with condoms and bananas
And you say I haven't made it
But my radio is jammin'
And I'm still rollin' stoned
Limousine tint up on my windows
All bullshit aside
Let's get down to the nitty gritty
You're mad 'cause I'm cold like
The abbreviation of Ashland City
Bitchin' on Facebook about a rapper
In the same city god damn
Clout-chasin' gettin' hella hella petty
I feel like Richard Petty
Rap battlin' Hello Kitty
You wanna say I suck
You want a dude to lick your man titty
So, next time you're in the booth pretend
Your mic is my John Hancock
Since I know you like puttin' your lips on
Stuff that's got my name on it
I'm not demonic, I just beyond it
Shout out to Tom Hanks and thanks
For helpin' me run it, forrest
No problem
Upchurch you want some of these chocolates?
I'm aight, Forrest i can run it myself
Church, Church, Church, Church