Buddens keeps it hip hop? all he does is gossip on a podcast, did he ever keep it hip hop and respond to this diss track
Hey, Joe Budden
You're a motherfukking joke
I'm hip hop, rawest rapper alive
[Verse 1]
T-shirts and Buddens, this a fukking warning shot
Rap nikkas wanna talk, I leave with your jaw dropped
Lil B for lil' boss, big talk, get your head cracked
I'm from the hood, nikkas terrorist with no head wraps
Westside gangsta connected to the mob
Connected to the Roc like I'm J Cole
Shoot like I'm Steve Nash, 4-5 tuck with my weed stash
You fukking with a robbing ex killa, get your knees cracked
Internet got you thinking that you is a God
Real hip-hop over here, blood and tears over here
No bytch over here, bad bytches over here
No p*ssy over there, pump it up you're a queer
Tryna diss me when you got a fukking full beard
Sit down old man your back about to blow out
My rap like a gold mine, study in my dope rhymes
Rawest rapper in the game, it's like I'm sniffing coke lines
Losing all your hair Joe, think you need rogaine
Joe Budden Joe booty, what the fukk is yo name
Shut the fukk up with those depressing ass songs
It's the summer time, get some fukking p*ssy and go home
Pump it up, pump it up? Man, I'm finna fukk your bytch, Joey
bytch, I'm Based God, I should write you a fukking hit Joey
Leave your fukking head ho, need a clip got me a rubber glip
Lil B for Lil Boss, I'm still screaming "fukk A bytch"
I'm 20 and you 45, you look like you're 55
Spit like I'm 65, eating p*ssy's 69
You're a nasty old man probably getting butt fukked
You run around Karate Kid, where's your fukking nun chucks?
Maybe you don't have none because you in the hood still
Probably selling X pills, probably eating a$$hole
Recording all your bytches you a motherfukking pervert
Joe Budden T.V, Joe bytch T.V
See me in 3D I'm young but I'm ready jack
I dare you to comeback I won because I am rap
Rap like Saran wrap your model bytch saved you
Put him on the internet because don't nobody play you
Performing at cafes, you still underground
How you go mainstream and run back underground?
Joe Budden you're a clown please just forgive me
Should of followed fans and now your ass is gonna be history
Make you an example, feed your ass samples
You're my own son that ain't never made it rapping
I tried to give you chances, you didn't take my hand out
And now you looking stupid as you did when you came out
You ain't got no swag and you ain't got no cash
Joe Budden, you just ass hahaha
[Break]
Ahaha, nikka T-Shirt & Buddens
Ay, Joe Budden shut the fukk up
[Verse 2]
I have too much swag Joe don't bring your girl around
This is about you Joe the bay you don't come around
The world on my back now, bytch I run the internet
Ba-rang-dang-dang, I'm very smart very intricate
I can tell you jealous of Lil B, I'm lil boss
You mad I'm a pretty bytch, you mad you a gay bytch
You don't have no fukking niche, surprised you still got fans
Act like a grown man, Lil B so don't cry
Joe Budden don't cry because you a little faq boy
Go make a mixtape and mope over every song
Keep recording girlfriends bet you still jack off
With your butt-cheeks out listening to mood music
Screaming, "Lil B why the fukk you gotta ether me"
I could of been your friend now your career is history
Joe Budden man you can suck my fukking dikk
And tell the whole world
You got murdered by a pretty bytch
Lil B
[Outro]
Aye T-Shirts & Buddens
Rawest rapper alive
Lil B for Lil Boss
West coast BasedGode