Song Description

Third track of the "Diss" saga.

Lyrics

Antoin at it again, this time as your no life coach,
Going Nuclear you still don't get it, you fucking cockroach.
Last time I had to spit, as you make me sick.
Dismissed all of you, so you think I'm a prick.
Sharper than a needle, Eye'll thread you in two.
So no talkback now, cuz I'm BETta than you.

Here's my advice and this is being nice.
You aren't fit to live no more, snake eyes on the dice.
No one gives Craps about you, Casino more point to try.
Russian Roulette times up, nothing Revolvers 'round you now die.

Stakes are high, so I upped my game.
My sun is up, so burn in my flame.
Not spittin' but Coffin and I'm still killing it.
My Blade is sharp, ready to flush you piece of shit.

Lifeless coaching you cunts is a child's game,
You lucked out as I mixed it up and kept it tame.
I have a full house of y'all, and Antoin's Royal laying it on the table.
Put your odds against me pussy, see if you're able.
I got plenty of worth, and you couldn't be any less.
That logic says take a shot, warning, it'll be a bloody mess.

Cheque please, get these fucking scum out of my face.
Restraining order for you on your way out of my place.
Diss tance of eternity, dotted line to sign on.
Played and fucked up again by crowned winner Antoin.