Eggy247 - Done For [Oli White Diss Track][Official Audio]

Описание: DISCLAIMER: This song is purely for comedy and has no intention to cause hate towards anyone. Me and Oli are good friends but for some reason he wanted me to do this.

Lyrics:

Don’t lie you know you’re a fat fuck
You’re a lazy prick and you know can’t cook
I heard your girlfriend say she doesn’t like to suck
Not gonna lie mate seems your out of luck

Is because she doesn’t like it
Or is because she doesn’t like small sizes
Bet you can see the look of regret in her iris
When she realises that she cant deny this

Remember in year 10 when you pissed yourself
And still every time you go to Bens you jizz yourself
You’re not attractive mate don’t kid yourself
If I was looking for a boyfriend I’d never pick yourself

All this news about your dick, it’s not a big thing
How the fuck did you get that stuck in a party ring
Are you sure you were talking about the right brand
Or did you get it confused with a loom band

Every single track I’m killing the flow
I’m stealing the show my publicity grows
When I ride bmx I’m chilling with pros
When you ride you’re chilling dead with the crows
Go try and buy some of your own clothes
Don’t get me and holly to fill your wardrobe
I’ve been here through all the highs and the lows
up on the back wheel and down he goes.

Completely

Called for, is what I would say about this track
Done for, is what I would call you mac
This war that you started up with jack but
What for, I mean you know you’re gonna loose you twat
X2

((Beat switch))

Slow it down, coz I know can’t keep up
Look like the face of a hockey puck
out with holly for the free fuck
Taught you live forever
And now you say music ‘s your endeavour
I’m doing this for the fun of it and you still think your better?

Every two weeks you take Highground but I take that right off you in music because I know how to use it and I pursued it or you know how to do is fucking reuse it

Don’t act like your every rappers a dream I’m not going to lie mate we’re all sick of that rhyme scheme
Give up on this war Oli and give me that gold crown let’s speed things up I’m sick of slowing down

Trust me mate you don’t wanna come try me
Plough straight through you like a khanjali
Don’t start thinking you’re Muhammad Ali
All you want is a pornstar and a martini
Enough with the hair ting I don’t need a groomer
Your shots don’t affect me bitch I’m a kroomer
The fact that you can’t rap ain’t a fuckin rumour
Your diss track hype is old news ok boomer

Completely

Called for, is what I would say about this track
Done for, is what I would call you mac
This war that you started up with jack but
What for, I mean you know you’re gonna loose you twat
X2