Villain

[Intro: Dizz]
Mm mm mm
Let's start it like this

[Verse 1: Dizz]
Yo' favorite rapper trash
And he can't fuck with me
Don't like it? Gritty breast, tough titty
Leavin' rappers with a G-Unit scar, that's a buck fifty
You dressed like you sexed a guy, I don't mean you fucked Whitley
Burn your rhymes with the fuel that they gassed you
You type em', then I'm blowin' up your phone like "you past due"
Got square wrote all on your clothes like a plaid suit
I leave you folded if you acute, better see my angle
I never been a thug nor an angel, my rap sheet is literally a rap sheet
So if we talkin' bars then my stripes got me feelin' like I'm
Star-spangled
These bitches even have ya dog mangled
My fuckin' team, man they'll all bang you'
Them cats wild, man they all Bengals
You think not, then we all tangled
Yo bitch is tryna' get a piece of dick
I tried to slide but I stuck it in instead like a Visa chip
I make a girl smile, Mona Lisa lip
These rappers soft but act hard like a Pita chip
Known to beat you with the bars, now you handicapped
Now he represent that blue sign, he at least a Crip
My pen is the sword, with a heated tip
Ready to slice through these niggas that you celebrate
That I hella' hate, I take the game and I elevate
I'm simple as the rice, and eat the beef like a pepper steak

[Chorus: Dizz]
I hate to break it to ya'
But these rap game niggas that you tryna' celebrate, I'm killin'
I'm tryna' raise the bar that you dudes ain't willin'
If me being real make me the bad guy, I'm a motherfuckin' villain
(Fuckin' villain nigga) Yes, I be the villain
Since you don't wanna be the bad guy, guess I be the villain
(Fuckin' villain nigga) A motherfuckin' villain
I don't care about your motherfuckin' feelins'
I'm just tryna' raise the bar
I'm just tryna' raise the bar!

[Bridge: L.Y.]
Dizz, Vish, what up doe'
Do it like this, look

[Verse 2: L.Y.]
First things first, I spit out flames, and I doubt lames
Nickel plated nine in the D, like it's house gang
Run in, leave blood in his crib, that's a house gang
Just in, they dun' added L.Y. to house gang
Thinking of a way to top Vish, with this hot shit
Not Hov, Pac, and Em, I am not K.I.S.S
I'm L, bustas say I sound hungry when I drop shit
Reply with that Westbrook face, like "bitch, I'm not rich"
A nigga say he got it on lock, can get his lock picked
I'm a locksmith, with the hawk in the D
Josh Smith, I don't wanna hit him up, that's a Pac hit
So I give them the bottom of these sneaks, that's a dropkick
Me being the top pick will be the topic
If it's not bitch, I'll take care of em', I adopt shit
The game so lost without us, it's Rob Thicke
What you think your life worth to a nigga that ain't got shit?
With my style, the People's Champ, I raise eyebrows
I don't care if we was on 23, or five mile
We been caged too long, and we out now
Fuck around and end up as the one in this countdown
Bang! I'm just tryna' raise the bar
Tell me what's Aladdin to Jafar, hell naw I ain't a star
And I ain't payin' nobody, I be the one that run up on yo' car
Catch a slug, nigga

[Chorus: Dizz]
I hate to break it to ya'
But these rap game niggas that you tryna' celebrate, I'm killin'
I'm tryna' raise the bar that you dudes ain't willin'
If me being real make me the bad guy, I'm a motherfuckin' villain
(Fuckin' villain nigga) Yes, I be the villain
Since you don't wanna be the bad guy, guess I be the villain
(Fuckin' villain nigga) A motherfuckin' villain
I don't care about your motherfuckin' feelins'
I'm just tryna' raise the bar
I'm just tryna' raise the bar!

[Verse 3: Kid Vishis]
None of you niggas crazy, at best you unstable
I come and slap every bum under your dumb label
I don't know if me with a mic or a gun's more fatal
Either way, get blown away like a house of cards in a tornado
For con faggot feel
If everybody in your group pussy they should call your rap crew Massengill
I got that "savage, I'll catch yo' ass out in traffic" feel
Cut 'em or give 'em clips, you said you want the real
I'm wildin' out, what I shoot is scary that mean
After the cannon nic you, I'm quick to ditch what I used to carry
The villain killa' contender, since it's the end of this murder he wrote
Written in blood with poet penmanship
I flipped ya' disc, it was trash, you niggas need Jesus
A daddy, a swift kick in the ass, etcetera etcetera
You knew the clever, don't shoot the messenger
Heckler and Koch, ready and cocked, that's who protectin' ya
Who started you lames, I'm tryna' see how you feel
You ready for prime when you ain't started the game, nigga
Get slayed by the sensei of the pen play
Beef with me on Tuesday, I'd have ya' head by Wednesday
Live from the 313
You got three D G's on one track, that's a three man weave
Those MCs who supposed to be dope, when I approach it's
Like a ghost was seen, whoa!
No, personal guys don't nerves converse, I'll verse ya
I pull up, bullets will disperse, bullets will hearse em
We can keep it rap nigga, I'm not really tryna' hurt him

[Outro: Dizz & Kid Vishis]
I'm just tryna' raise the bar
But I will