brevner – ***waterloo*** – (the jitters story) – madchild diss official lyrics
don’t get it twisted, ive got love for baxwar
breaks my heart to see who people breaking they backs for
150 dollars what you selling that patch for?
these people fucking love you dawg, what more could you ask for?
but you don’t love ’em back shane, ya selfish
preying on the drug addicted, weak, and the helpless
set a good example mr. bunting, you’re the eldest
45 year old shrimp; stale shell fish
and you’re getting stinky as fuck
with that cocaine pinky nail, the jiggly is up
tell the kids you’re sober so they’re bigging ya up
but you’re dope sick throwing up, shit the oxy is rough!
and i don’t give a fuck if you get high
got as many friends in rehab as the next guy
you burnt every bridge you ever built just to get by
nobody says nothing, but i can’t let that shit fly
lets take it back to 2012
when your debut alb-m, couldn’t keep it on the shelves
i paid for your video, so i was broke as hell
and you said you were touring, i could come for free as well
shit, i thought “mad’s blowing up like iraq!
i should ask him about my money, nah, never mind that
go and make connections, sell some merch, climb back”
but a week before we leave, he said he wanted 5 racks
you motherfucking b-tch as chump
that’s how you treat a friend who helped you when their down in the dumps?
that’s how you treat someone who helped you get up out of your slump?
and out you back on television with a single to b-mp? huh?
but i was in too deep to quit
so i called my big homie and he cuffed me a brick
chipped away for 7 days nigga, down to the zip
drivin’ round the lower mainland with c-ke on my d-ck
thank god i got the money in time
‘cuz i don’t have no label bro, the money was mine
you were acting like my best friend, the chummiest guy
but low key, there was jealousy, the ugliest kind
thinking back, it’s not like i’m wondering why
i mean, i was half your age, coming up in my prime
the misguided angel, up in the sky
madchild the black hole, sucking my shine
on the bus every night, you said some unreal shit!
like, tre nyce that, and sonreal this, wait
then you do a song together? when you told me, and i quote
he’s a f-ggot -ss b-tch
fucking snake, you do anything for buzz
like a child with no daddy, you do anything for love
fronting like you’re street, but you’re anything but tough
like that concert out in windsor, that was anything but thug
some real gangsters came out swingin’
you were nowhere to be found shane, straight up missin’
your merch dude tyler caught a straight up lickin’
cuz you locked him out the bus like a straight up chicken
you let your friends and fans get beat for ya?
tried to get my brother stevie ross to call police for ya?
meanwhile, he thought i was dead
shit, but i was in my tour bus, getting some head
rcmp, yup, you went to the feds
and wrote a twitter finger follow up, protecting your cred
im reminiscing on a blunt, let that pk swirl
b-ttchild, insecure like a teenage girl
he’s a stingy mother fucker, all about the cash
charging fans 30 dollars for an autograph
meet him in person? shit, it’s hard not to laugh
looking like an older ugly mickey rourke, sawed in half
yeah i saw it first hand, brought napoleon back from the dead
gave him a hit record and some brand new visuals, his team took all the creed
i should’ve known better than to trust an old j, should’ve listened to what everybody said
i mean, i produced the song, and i paid for the video. never got a royalty check
one eye open in the fetal position, thats no way to sleep at night
long list of people you’ve been ripping off and dissin, thats no way to lead your life
you ain’t got no manners, nah your momma didn’t raise you right
you ain’t got no manners, nah your momma didn’t raise you right
you ain’t’ got no manners, your life is a disaster
your legacies a laughter, this the final chapter
ain’t nothin’ coming after, b-tch this is the rapture
i hope you own your masters……
ha! that’s a zinger
getting screwed by your brother, real life jerry springer
rumor has it, subnoize takes you to the cleaners
but you love getting fucked, you a stage 5 clinger
is battleaxe even a label? no releases for a decade, a mythical fable
madchild the figurehead, king of the cradle
at the very best it’s subnoizes satellite stable
cut it with the horse shit, all you spit is skid (w)rap, b-tch i am the forklift
you are not important, you are not vancouver, you are now imported
subnoize records community home
old rapper dialysis
a bunch of old has beens, losing their hair
with cataracts and calluses
gone are the days of the superstar fame
porsches, pussy and palaces
putting socks on their d-cks, sending little girls pics
pedophile cowardice, you lost touch
baxwar needs a mutiny
an honourable general, one with less scrutiny
cuz i can hear ’em talking shane, none of this is news to me
they want someone who gives more than he takes from his community
i nominate prevail, moka, rob the viking, split the “c”, what the hell
i mean if god helped moses split the sea, might as well
free the slaves, matt brevner split the “v” up as well!
one eye open in the fetal position, thats no way to sleep at night
long list of people you’ve been ripping off and dissin, thats no way to lead your life
you ain’t got no manners, nah your momma didn’t raise you right
you ain’t got no manners, nah your momma didn’t raise you right
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