The Game - Pest Control (Meek Mill, Omelly, Beanie Sigel & Sean Kingston Diss)

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Tell me where MEEK MILLS DISS SONG comes close to anything special? I'll wait...and let u take that dreamchasin dikk out ya crab mouth

I don't give a fukk about the dreamchasers fakkit. Show me the bars that I'm supposed to be impressed with here? The lines about Nicki? the name drops?

Show me the lines that makes this the "greatest diss track of all time" which is what you and others have said.

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I don't give a fukk about the dreamchasers fakkit. Show me the bars that I'm supposed to be impressed with here? The lines about Nicki? the name drops?

Show me the lines that makes this the "greatest diss track of all time" which is what you and others have said.

:huhldup:
The whole SONG...kilt ya mama and fukked your sister in a tied up basement with a rubber me and the coli brehz used on ya Ole lady
 

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Nostalgia and feelings want us to believe this isn't a great diss. But you're playing yourself if you think this track isn't touching real muthafukkin G's as far as wordplay goes. Read the lyrics below. This is a top 20 diss OAT!

Real muthafukkin G's

Real muthafukkin G's...
Real muthafukkin G's...
Real muthafukkin G's...

(Eazy-E)
Hey Yo doctor, here's another proper track
and it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
and let that real shyt provoke, so you's a wanna be 'loc
and you'll get smoked and i hope that yer fans understand
when ya talk about sprayin me, the same records that ya
makin' is payin me
Motherfukk Dre
Motherfukk Snoop
Motherfukk Death Row
yo and here comes my left blow
'cuz i'm the E-A-Z-Y-E, and this is the season
to let the Real motherfukkin G's in, ya like a kid ya
found a pup and now yer dapper, but tell me where the
fukk ya found an anorexic rapper
talkin 'bout who ya go squabble with and who ya shoot
you're only 60 pounds when yer wet and wearin boots

Gansta Dresta:
damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day

Eazy:
But Dre Day only meant Eazy's pay day
all of a sudden Dr Dre is a G thang, but on his
old album covers he was a she thang
so nikka please, nikka please don't step to deez
motherfukkin' Real G's

Yo Dre, whassup? *bang*
man you should of known by now...
Yo Dre, whassup? *bang*
man you should of known by now...

Gangsta Dresta:
Everyday its a new rapper, claimin to be dapper then
the Dresta, softer then a bytch but portrayed the roll
gangster, ain't broke a law in yer life, yet every time you rap
you yap about the guns and knifes, just take a good look
at the nikka, and you'll capture the fact, that the b*stard is
simply just an actor, who mastered the bang and the slang
and the Mental, of nikkaz in Compton, wattz, and South Central
never ever once have you ran with the turf, yet in every verse you
claim you used to do the dirt, but tell me who's a witness
to your fukkin work, see ya never had no buiness, so
save the drama jerk, nikkaz straight kill me
knowin that they pranksters, this is going out to
you studio gangsters,see i did dirt, put in work, and
many nikkaz can vouch that, so since i got stripes
i got the right to rap about that, but nikkaz like you
i gotta hate ya, i'm tired of Suburbian nikkaz talkin about
they comin from projects
knowin ya ain't seen the parts of the streets G
think ya started tryin to bang around the time of the peace treaty
wearin khackis and mob while ya rhyme, little faq
try to sag, but ya flooding at the same time,
and your set don't accecpt ya, so ya scared to kick it with yer homies
'cuz ya know they don't respect ya, So nikka please check
nuts before ya step to deez, motherfukkin Real G's

(BG Knockout)
Well, it the Knock Out, definition orginal baby gangster
approach me like you hard, motherfukker i'ma bank ya
shank ya, with my fukkin shank, if i havta
Dr Dre and Snoop Dogy Dogg are fukkin actors
pranksters, studio gangsters, busters
but this time yer dealin with some real motherfukkers
G's, nikka please, don't try to step
because if ya do, then a pill cap is all that would be left
see, young nikkaz like me, will break ya off somethin,
claimin my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton
nikkaz like ya'll is what i call Wanna be's it aint shyt compared
to Real Motherfukkin' G's

poppin on this track, we ruthless
Yo Dre, wassup *bang*

Eazy:
I never met an OG who never did shyt wrong
ya tried to dis the Eazy-E so now nikka it's on you
and ya Doggy Dogg, think yer all honk and shyt
both of you bytches, can come and suck my Doggy dikk
beatin a bytch don't make ya shyt, but then again some nikkaz
think it makes a man, Damn it's a trip
how a nikka could switch so quick from wearin lipstick
to smokin on Chronic at picnics, and now ya think yer bigga
but to me you ain't nothin but a bytch ass nikka
that ain't worth a food stamp, and at
Death Row, i hear yer gettin treated like Boot camp
gotta follow yer seargents directions, or get yer ass
pumped with a Smith and Wesson, learn a lesson from the Eaz
Stay in your place and don't step to Real motherfukkin G's

Yo Dre, Whassup? *bang*
dre should have known by now..
Yo Dre (whassup?) *Bang*
dre should have known by now...
Yo Dre (whassup)*bang*
dre should have known by now, Eazy duz it....




Pest Control

[Verse 1]
All rats gotta die though
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high tho
Off that sour diesel and that hydro
This nikka take an L every time he go viral
Welcome to the West, and this ain't The Life of Pablo
Stay on that bullshyt it's gon' start to feel like Chicago
Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj sideshow
Still chasin' dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' 'round, 10 Cam Newtons in the Tahoe
And when we touch down everybody catchin' spirals
Dressed in all black like the Panthers
We seen your Sway freestyle, Omelly ain't the answer


[Interlude: Kanye West + Game]
You ain't got the answers, man! You ain't got the answers! (Kanye...) You ain't got the answers! You ain't got the answers, Sway! I've been doin' this more than you! nikkas ain't got the answers for me, you shoulda went and got A.I., left Beans in rehab

[Verse 2]
Yeah, take Beans back to rehab
On Instagram lookin' like a mothafukkin' bean bag
Flyin' through Philly on them Wocky sticks
Punk-ass nikka, I'll beat you with a hockey stick
The nikka Hov gave you the game, you ain't soak it
You was s'posed to throw up the Roc, not smoke it
Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in three hours
It's a 5 hour flight, put this bum in the shower
p*ssy, I'm not a rookie, ocky, don't push me
Strapped, Ninja Turtles, nikka's runnin' with a rat
Now Tak tell 'em how you coppin' pleas on the jack
fukk runnin' in the game, you gon' be runnin' into Wack
You jumped Quentin Miller and now you don't scrap
It was time to go at Drizzy and now you don't rap
Ask your bytch, she know I beez in the trap
You gotta move out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on your back
And Barbie keep her thumb in your butt
That Ken doll love gettin' fukked
Hide behind your nikkas, you ain't got the guts
Ridin' dirt bikes with your ass on some nuts
Now you can pop a wheelie to that
I went from BMore to New York to Philly and back
It's a lot of cheese at stake, this nikka really a rat
I fukk with Philly but this nikka make y'all city look whack
And that's on Piru, yeah I put the P on that hat
You get hit with the Eagle, roll a Philly to that
Now tell the world how you got your bytch
You FaceTime Nicki while Safaree was fukkin' a chick
You ain't shyt but a rat to me, a snake that don't rattle me
Lil homie won't scrap with me, time to body his faculty
I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' this old Cassidy
Meesha's another casualty, fukkin' with me's a tragedy
The louder your scream, the wacker the verse
I put that dikk chaser logo on the back of your hearse
They say the meek shall inherit the earth
So I went and dug your ass up 'cause Drizzy buried you first
And why you tryna pick on Wale?
You told me that you don't fukk with Rozay
And YG can't give you a pass
I add 20 to your 40s, put the 60s on your ass
And don't try to whine to the Grapes
You not the Rams, don't come back to L.A
I fukk around and catch an Uber to Slay
I'm a drama king, and a street sweeper with a K
nikka this is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil', nikka, who flopped?
One good song, but you ain't got a classic yet
Bought your first album, ain't took it out the plastic yet
Move from Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince
Sean Kingston got robbed and now you nikkas best friends
Fat sloppy Twinkie eatin' ass nikka
You ain't got no pass, nikka, I'ma beat your ass, nikka
Jelly bean smugglin' fukk ass nikka
I'll get some clippers and cut your mama's mustache, nikka
fukk your sister while you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
And make that bytch take a knee like Colin Kaepernick
Now back to Squeak Milly, Meeky Mouse
You gon' fukk around, get tied up inside Nicki house
I got esés on Beaumont, posted like Cousins
Waiting for the word to pump it up like Joe Buddens
Thou shall not fukk with Chuck, pawns are stuck
Fold you up in boxes, Armani tux
Louie sweats, armor tucked, night night
Use that pillow like a silencer, from dawn to dusk
Get at me, you nikkas gon' see me in gloves
Or see me in clubs with "Summer Sixteen" in the snub
Lying on the Internet like you ain't talking to twelve
Got the cops at my door like they dropping off mail
I seen that fake paperwork on XXL
Rat nikkas chew through walls and leave you in cells
Before you see me in jail, you will see me in hell
You went and got the whole Philly, it's just me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
Could have went and got E-40, brought Ice Cube back
And have Dr. Dre screaming "Meek Mill is a rat"
It's a wrap, red khakis, red Cincinnati
I'ma see you in the streets, don't @ me
You like a boat with a hole you can't sail
Meek Mill, me and Drake gave you them two LLs

(Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu)
When these rats start snitching break'em off
(Ooouuu, Ooouuu)
When these rats start snitching break'em off

[Omelly]
p*ssy nikka
(Mumbles)
I got on gold headphones, gold chain, gold on my wrist, aim
(Mumbles)
If you ain't getting money, boy you lame
 

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Nostalgia and feelings want us to believe this isn't a great diss. But you're playing yourself if you think this track isn't touching real muthafukkin G's as far as wordplay goes. Read the lyrics below. This is a top 20 diss OAT!

Real muthafukkin G's






Pest Control
:blessed::blessed::blessed::blessed::blessed::blessed::blessed::blessed::blessed:
 

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REAL MUTHAFKEN GZ...didnt have better LYRICS THEN PEST CONTROL...LOL CORNBALL
 
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Nostalgia and feelings want us to believe this isn't a great diss. But you're playing yourself if you think this track isn't touching real muthafukkin G's as far as wordplay goes. Read the lyrics below. This is a top 20 diss OAT!

Real muthafukkin G's

Hold up nikka, I already explained to you what makes Real Muthafukkin G's great. It was ALL TRUE. Not some :duck: shyt, you are hyped off wordplay but facts are what matters the most.
 

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Hold up nikka, I already explained to you what makes Real Muthafukkin G's great. It was ALL TRUE. Not some :duck: shyt, you are hyped off wordplay but facts are what matters the most.
nikka U GOT NUTT ON YA CHIN...ITS DRIPPIN...with HATE lol
 
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