GAWNE - KARMA

★ intro: munfu ★
Stop all that crying shit, alright?
Like don't, don't, don't, don't you dare cast the stone and hide your hands you coward
Like, don't, that's what we not gon do
We not gon be: your taking it too far now, yeah! bu-bu-bu-bu-bu

★ verse 1 ★
Pointed-a-diss at me but i flipped it back on you
So you left diss-a-pointed
Funny thing about the rigor mortis
When it hits your corpse
And your vital organs
It'll grantee no round 3
Vi feet deep sleep soundly(brrr)
You must really be upset(hah, bitch!)
You took five months
To write a disstrack
But i hit back
And in vi seconds you were dead
They're defibrillating his chest
Think i'ma resuscitate him
Just so i can make him
Fucking die again
It's time you learn some respect(yuh)
Why you so obsessed with me?
You got hella posters of me on your fucking wall
Your like a stalker
Keep my girlfriend out your mouth
Y'all called her a tramp
And a fucking donkey
So don't play victim
When you get salty
I swear to god
You shouldn't have
Messed with me!(nuh!)
You wanna talk about our loved ones?
Then let's talk about our loved ones
Who went to jail for fraud
When you were seven-teen?!?(oo, damn, ah)
This motherfucker wasn't raised right
If you tryna speak on people's family's
Just know the newspapers don't play nice!
It's no wonder that old members
If your nation
Are sending dm's
From where you were
Begging them for donations
You promise to pay em' back
Instead ghosted em' and took their cash
You're now becoming everything you said you hate about dax…
What's the matter scru?
You can dish it but can't take it?
How's it feel to get a taste
Of your own medicine?!?
Calling me eminem
Is your only weapon
You should know better
That aint enough
Of a diss to put me in a hole
Let alone
Impress us
You basically admit
My flows better
Yeah my jackets leather
Its called fashion
All you rock is old sweaters
All you said on your last record
Was that you could whip my ass
Or shoot me with guns
That'd be your only chance
To beat me
If scru was such a tough guy, yo
How come he picks on girls?
But no ones seem him
Thrown a punch
You little bug-eyed hoe!
Now im hurting you
There wont ever come a day on twitter
When they dont say
That i murdered you
Munfu's shedding tears
At your funeral
While im burying
Dirt on you
Ima make sure
By the time im done with this
Its indisputable
You're sure to lose…
Moment of silence
For the body of a person
I just murked
His name was scru
And i would like
To say a word or two
It's tragic
That he died a virgin
He was such a humble dude
What a shame that munfu
Lost his husband
To the wrath of luke(boo)

★ verse 2 ★
And dontai said i was so corny with the flows
That i'm just as bad as mumble rappers, woah, well
You can tell this urkle looking boy
That i'ma smack his glasses so damn
Far up off his nose
He'll be moving slow as a$ap rocky's stroke(yeah)
That's the line removed from world war iii
It was tongue-in-cheek
Dontai roasted me
First
Now scru face jean
Tries to pull that fucking
"race card" oh please
You say everybody's racist
That you battle
Cus we put your ass to sleep!
All i'm hearing are excuses
From a loser
Getting beat
You the one who's publicly tweeting
"white rappers have to leave"
Man i'm sorry
That you hate me for my race
I'm a guest in hip-hop
Hel yeah!
And i'm never taking your bait!
It's too late…
You said chess not checkers
Guess this is checkmate
You a "battle rapper"
Getting outsmarted
By a commercial artist
Just toasted his ass
Like pop-tarts
You had five months
And three people
Who were tryna harm me
But i outrapped em'
In one hour
I guess it's why they call me
Karma(wa-uh-uh)
Shizzy snake vi
Begging me for a collab
I could give a fuck
About how good you rap
You expose yourself
A phony
You are cornball for that act
Go ahead
Come at me again
No i don't give a damn
Picture's worth a thousand words
I'm done responding to your ass
Battle rap is "cool"
But y'all can't warn a living off that crap
Something i learned about vi
He's a bitch
Makes excuses for everything
Most insecure person ever
That's a fact
Y'all are whack
Looking back
Munfu he was tryna rap!
All his ex girl's tweets
Show support for all of that
Holy shit
I just figure out the puzzle
And it's lit…
Munfu hates all of us rappers
Cus his music never hit!
Lost his girl and then career
So now he's eating like a pig
Even though he lost this battle
His obesity will win
Come to think
This whole situations funny
Check the facts...
Three
Thirty-year-old men…
Spending half a year
Plottin' on my ass
What the hell?!?
Y'all done took the l
Before we even rapped…
That's a tough pill to swallow
For your fans
Youtube "battle rappers"
Murdered by suburban kid
I laugh
Cause they keep on coming back!
Y'all must really fucking love me
Check your pants
At this point
A round three would just be sad
Quit obsessing over me
Talkin' bout
"how you'll beat my ass"
Y'all must be so damn maddd
"like gawne"
"that clout chasing!"
"cornball kid!"
Really doesn't give a shit
Y'all can suck my dick