Lyrics

PART 1: CAMELOT REMIX [INTRO] [?] PhonyMontana, UnderstandingCrap LonelyMontana, UnderstandingWack BaloneyMontana, UnderstandingCap DopeyMontana, UnderstandingSap [VERSE 1] Diss number three, so I guess I had triplets I'm Aesop Rock with my rhymes so cryptic Metamorphosize phony tony with a skillet Transform all his innards into heckin' giblets IQ aside, transcribing aside Let's have a heart to heart about your pride You the brand new kid on the block looking snide I'm your OG, show respect or I'll cry (BOO HOO) In a happy way 'cause it gives me an excuse Tracks explode, I'm the bomb you can't defuse Mr. Montana, trash is all that you produce You remind me of appendix---can't find a use [INTERLUDE] Yo yo yo shoutout Jacques Morel but there's no peace here no mercy you feel me haaaaaaaaaan [?] [VERSE 2] You can cop a Basquiat but you're far from an artist Like a taxidermied pelican, I'm heartless Better watch out, like a tissue I'ma wipe your nose Issa funeral, I hope you brought a white rose Like a bedrock pub yo my bars are the hardest My rhymes so heavenly, call a harpist I'm the one to whip a Lamb, you're the one to park it (BOOM) Your reputation to succeed is tarnished 500 tates and you think that you're accomplished (I GOT MORE) I wrote 'bout Harambe 'fore you even got started (R.I.P.) Tony homie sorely lack class like a Marxist Bow and arrow at your throat, I won't miss my target PART II: EPIC POEM a.k.a. i did part 1 before these other frickbois got involved [VERSE 1] Eduardo V what's the deal with the hate, bro? (WHY?) You're bound to regret this, I'm comin' right for your throat (BOOM) Top scholar on jhfly, that's fly (NO PLANE) I bet you're proud of copy-pasting "[Instrumental]" eighty thousand times And listen hampered, you ain't no Outkast (NOPE) Rap skills trasher than the dumpster out back (YUCK) And Merlyn, bringing up Minecraft is foul, whoa (BISH) I'm a diamond pick, you're just a wooden hoe (*villager noise*) [OUTRO] Now Mister Montana, you have limited time (YUP!) Your own homeboys ain't even on your side (OH!) Luckily for you though I'm running out of lines (WHY?) 'Cuz you're so bland you make socks seem sublime (PLAIN ONES)