Boo Boo Buggin Clash
Yo, turn my headphones up (hahaha)
Evan, what was that junk you dropped on Conner?
That was completely trash,
man
You spent three whole weeks writing rhymes for Conner
Stepped to the mic and sounded like a goner
Zero punchlines, zero flow in your pocket
Dropped that track and everyone said stop it
Sitting on the couch eating two whole pizzas
Crying in the booth while the mic wire freezes You thought that
was heat? That was lukewarm grease
Pack up the rhymes,
man, leave us in peace
Evan,
you boo boo buggin' out here!
(straight buggin') Your Conner diss had zero rhythm,
zero gear!
Waddling to the mic with your snacks in hand
Worst track ever recorded in the land!
Yeah,
you boo boo buggin' out here! (hahaha)
Big boy huffing just walking up the stairs
Acting real tough like somebody actually cares
You tried to roast Conner on his shoes and his hair
While you out of breath just sitting in the chair
Every line fell flat,
every rhyme was forced Whole career derailed and completely divorced
From reality, man, look in the mirror
Let me make this message crystal clearer
Evan,
you boo boo buggin' out here!
(straight buggin')
Your Conner diss had zero rhythm,
zero gear!
Waddling to the mic with your snacks in hand
Worst track ever recorded in the land!
Yeah,
you boo boo buggin' out here!
(pack it up)
Don't open
your notes app again Don't call up your producer friend
You made Conner look like a legend for free
Now everybody laughing from A to Z!
Evan,
you boo boo buggin' out here!
(buggin' buggin') Your Conner diss had zero rhythm,
zero gear!
Waddling to the mic with your snacks in hand
Worst track ever recorded in the land!
Yeah,
you boo boo buggin' out here!
(get off the stage!)
Delete
the audio file, Evan Stick to the buffet,
leave the mic alone (ahhhh,
straight
garbage)