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trizzle - dislike lyrics

[prod. trizzle]

[intro]
yeah
this is trizzle
a.k.a. wheat thin
this is for jad
jad ala-alakazam
something like that
i don’t even know his name

[verse 1]
jad i heard ya diss track, you was saying stupid sh-t
beat was dummy flow was whack just stop the music sh-t
shouldn’t be elite you act like you be moving sh-t
couldn’t keep on beat that’s fact i’m spittin proven sh-t
on the self made beat i speak in rhymes i’m fluent sh-t
take a seat don’t freak i’m doin crimes and losing sh-t
make a tweet don’t peak you’re losin time and fuming sh-t
i’m drake you’re meek don’t sneak you made of slime and human sh-t
you ache and weep don’t leak you lemon lime ain’t fooling sh-t
you fake and week won’t tweak i’m in my prime and blooming sh-t
you snake and sleek dont squeak i’m claimin mines and cruising sh-t
you flake and fleek dont streak i’m makin climbs and booming sh-t

[hook]
we all dislike jad
we all dislike jad
he don’t like his dad
we don’t like his dad(don’t like him!)
he lost simon beltz
he lost simon beltz(simon!)
he has no one else
he has no one else
we all dislike jad
we all dislike jad(we hate him!)
we don’t like his dad
we don’t like his dad(i hate him!)
he lost simon beltz
he lost simon beltz(he lost him!)
he has no one else
he has no one else(no one else!)

[verse 2]
he lost his best friend simon it was really, really bad
his heart was cwushed like emmett it was weally, weally sad
he needs to wear a helmet or at least a silly pad
before he ends up g-y and stupid like his f-ggot dad
forget about ken have you seen jad’s s-xy cousin?
on a scale of 10 she about a freakin dozen
she gotta big booty wait a sec no she doesn’t
7th in the world she a beauty oh i’m coming
i’m coming like trevor when he stroking on the meat
called it 7 f-gs but only gave 6 the heat
well you did diss andy by ruining the beat
rhymed so preschool think he need a car seat
need a car seat for ken’s aggressive road rage
speeding down the street never readin’ the speed gauge
well at least your mom isn’t from the f-ckin stone age
but why’d you take her to prom instead of ashley paige
a paige the best man there isn’t any better
she’s rubbing thru your p-b-s raisin your blood pressure
but this ain’t queef man and this isn’t trevor becker
this is jad abukhazm, with the three inch little p-ck-r

[verse 3]
every time you send message we all hold that b-tch
selectin dislike it’s a habit we just flip the switch
deterimental to your health your eye will start to twitch
i’m gunna buy your fish store just because i’m f-ckin rich
and my money’s insured so you know i got the stacks
i’m gunna beat you up like trevor does to blacks
speaking of queef have you seen his back flaps
so fat man he need 6 bra straps
you tried to diss us all on your drake remake
didn’t work out well i could hear your voice shake
now i’m cookin you like a well done steak
did you finger coral like my boy named jake?
did to maya she was fire like a fireplace
it’s down to the wire here take this l with grace
you should just retire and stay up out my case
and this song keep bumpin like a pimple on my face
but you have clear skin so you got a lot to flex
gets so much p-ssy but it’s never from his ex
while he f-ckin his mom never use a latex
if your prom date gives you head is it called coral s-x?

[outro]
yeah jad
that’s what you get for making that sh-tty drake remake
you don’t want these bars
i don’t want to ever hear from you again!

- trizzle lyrics

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