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wes blak - common past (tyler, the creator diss) lyrics

[intro]
you know
i really thought tyler would be a man about this situation but
evidently that doesn’t run in his family
they run in his family
now run you b-tch

[verse 1]
tell the people i’m a poser and an impostor
but the real truth is i’m better than your whole roster
going harder
recording in the closet of mi casa
got your noodles steamin
now i’m bout to throw ’em like pasta, watch it
stick to the wall
like my legs to my b-lls
now tell me how does it feel getting outdone on your own song
call an ambulance
you faker than a can of spam
you, might want to find earl if you want to stand a chance
he ain’t hotter
he just hidin in a closet
and you sensitive about it
cause he’s scared of being honest
unlike you
cause you tyler, already came out
and i’m comin up like jackin off while i’m sittin down
you’s a clown looking like a bozo mixed with dumbo
f-ckin with me is a no no
messin up my tumble
you’re all hype, overrated
lyrics seem so so
you talk too much man
but ironically you’s a dumb ho
you can fool the fans
but n-gga there ain’t no foolin me
you’s a b-tch and you’re about to get a hysterectomy
history,if you testin me
and you’re nowhere near or next me
i know you’re feelin me
words covered with trojan ecstacy
-n-lly raped, taped for the publics ear
you’ve been doin it since 7
i’ve been doin it since last year
half ears what’s he see, i see your heart beating
you really look like an ethiopian since you stopped eating
but how does the food taste, i mean since you’re an avid eater
oh you haven’t tried it?
well guess what? they haven’t either

and you didn’t really eat that roach
but you eat c-cks forreal
and you really didn’t hang yourself
but i hang you forreal, your career that is
do you, hear that sh-t
it’s the, sound of death
your heart works, near that sh-t
i mean how far you really think you’re going sayin f-ck jesus
when he the one that like one third of the world believes in
the reason why i diss you is simple
because your instrumental was
coincidentally made for you to be belittled
and tyler, the creator how bout i take a crater
and put it to your face, now grind that skater
leave a crater
you’re darker than darth vader
but just a smudge taller
i got some disturbing news
sorry i am your father

i’m sorry i wasn’t there for you when you was little
but when i saw you i thought your mom cheated with a pitbull, its cool
how i diabolically disembody anybody
sh-ttin on your body, turn your body into a porta potty
who the f-ck knows, its cold man
you can go ask ronnie
have your mom in weird positions like i’m teaching her pilates
you ain’t even that lyrical
your hypes over swearin
and your lack of respect for parents
it’s apparent, your lack of a parent
you fake -ss wood harris
but i’m the one above the rim
you’re anorexic as it is
but you hangin by a lim
being frank i’ll leave you stranded in the ocean
probably should’ve used your left brain before approaching
your fans give you domo
like you’re the genre’s genesis
but you ain’t creating sh-t it’s a cycle
period, b-tch

now go get a new inhaler

- wes blak lyrics

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