The October Crisis

Lyrics

[Hook] I run in the bands, got that lean cup cause I never be sober If you mess with the man, it's rest in peace Mr. October You is a loser, no Ferris Bueller, you is just a wack user Internet abuser, this October Crisis, call yourself an uber! [Verse One] DJ Khaled shoulda warned this nigga, I come with (another one) Yeah, everybody know One Dance and Views, Billboard number ones And you is just probably a Drake stan who is over excited But you should just jump off a cliff or something, you was uninvited Alright, now we down to business, it's been a good year for Drizzy But as God as my witness, everybody else busy Going up on a Tuesday, If You Reading This It's Too Late Fuck with me, it's your doomsday, only thing you got is some toothpaste Face worn like a shoelace, I can really knock you over I turn you to a rollercoaster, July I'm killing October Views was disses then lullabies, how many times you gon' cross the line You listen to Drake like it's storytime, you ain't sharp, no porcupine You should just change the chapter, more than a Degrassi actor But less then you make him seem, I mean he a pretty good rapper Mr. October asshurt, break him down, make his back hurt He gon' need a chiropractor, I swear to God this boy backwards He get insulted by bad words, well fuck he say Drake his mentor He been writing all the scripts? Ask PARTYNEXTDOOR Ask Quentin Miller himself, that's why Drake got him expelled Who wrote Thank Me Later? Prolly OVO clientele You can go ahead, try and tell, I ain't never givin' up to it Lotta rappers livin' up to it, but October had to get stuck to it You say he better than Jay Z? You see the backlash aftermath Other things he do balderdash, you only dick rided cause of Back To Back Bitch we get it, you tryna be 6 side, Drizzy good but you ain't got to dick ride That's why your girl complain about dick size, you ain't smart, what you do, get high? Only tings you saying's that bitch talk, shoot a movie with your girl, Hitchcock Bet this nigga think he been a big shot, nigga ruined HotNewHipHop I was in my Gucci flip-flops, now I'm out here tryna diss lots A lot of people on my side now, forreal October in gritlock He been sayin' that he did lots, he gon' fuck around and get shot Comin' round with that dead lock, put October in a head lock... [Hook] I run in the bands, got that lean cup cause I never be sober If you mess with the man, it's rest in peace Mr. October You is a loser, no Ferris Bueller, you is just a wack user Internet abuser, this October Crisis, call yourself an uber [Beat Switch] [Verse Two] Now look who in control When you this high up, gotta look below Over the summer, you turnt overgrown I'm over all your OVO Come through and I'll expose a fake Actin' like you really knowin' Drake I'll play a partner like a xylophone Kill a fake fan, no microphone This verse your suicide note Murder she wrote, no, I wrote Call your girl, you get the dial tone Star 69'd, now she my hoe Oh, yeah, this hard to handle Everybody out looking for a scandal Mr. October in shambles Mess with me make your brain scramble Done enough for me to find your area code Make a Drizzy dickrider have an episode Monochrome, your voice monotone Gotta knock you down like a domino Talking about October's Very Own Say you the biggest fan but you barely known Isis inside your iridocyclitis JC Assassin give you the October Crisis... [Hook] I run in the bands, got that lean cup cause I never be sober If you mess with the man, it's rest in peace Mr. October You is a loser, no Ferris Bueller, you is just a wack user Internet abuser, this October Crisis, call yourself an uber