Adam Calhoun - “Church’s Coffin” (Upchurch Diss)
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00:00When that Adderall kicks in it's terrific, shit's delicious, teeth go missing, eyes look different, look at Ryan, he's the perfect picture of addiction, I'm conflicted, minutes turn to hours, this little coward butt naked in the shower, talk about this and Tom McDonald, why you trippin', ayy, everybody gave you all your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers, your flowers
00:30Guess it ain't enough, now you wanna take hours, bitch you fake as fuck, you just lied to your followers, and they accept it, acknowledge it, act like God said it, bunch of yes men, try to fucking put me in the box bitch, we ain't playing Tetris when it comes to the rap shit, you ain't on no best list, you don't wanna fight, you this type with mad fingers, must suck to be a shitty rapper, and a bad singer, boy you sweat just talking, out of breath just walking, lord forgive me I'm about to put a church in a coffin,
01:00say what you say hoe, I'ma take it farther, say you hate Canadians, but love Nicole Arbor, say you hate your mother, you can't stand your father, I guess that's a whole lotta, life mixed with karma, your lifeline to keep you alive, is Big Pharma, you know Adderall, your last album Belly Flop, all I do is cannonball, Latavoid, fucking dork, Dragon Ball, I can smell the bullshit, I'm a fucking matador, wobble like a cripple man, body like Michelin, titties like a bitch, probably suck dick, Olympian,
01:29try and type a dude to be gay, and not say shit, turn around and make fun of you, for the same shit, heart starts racing, then he starts painting, pacing in the basement, talk about spaceships, I'ma keep it a brick freemason, try and type a dude to say fuck you, and then write a statement, you been bread crumbing, you been said something, you turn your back on your friends like the feds coming, you holler at boys, that's how you make a living, creek squad cool but I'm more like a river,
01:58shit moves quicker, and got bigger fish, and the creek's just water, on the side of a ditch, your followers are lost, just a bunch of blind kids, and you ain't got no heart, that's a sign of a bitch, fat kid, body look like a bag of shit, did a backflip and landed on a bag of dicks, Apple iPhone, only place that you exist, and this shit all started cause you said I made a diss, how's it feel to be hated and alone, when I'm done you'll be broke down like all them trucks you own,
02:27I was really there for you, loved you like a brother, guess I shouldn't be surprised, look how you treat your mother, I know you can't run cause you stuck with some flat tires, you been baptized, holy water splashed down, open up your black eyes, better start to act right, or leave this bitch flat lined, wonder what your cap size,
02:57ayy you pussy come talk to me crazy in my face, yeah you can tell, half your shit don't even fucking rhyme little bitch