This Is Ya King? (Tory Lanez Diss Pt. 2)

I don't wanna be your friend after this
So I'ma get this out real early
Suck my dick!

I seen this shit comin' in plain sight
We waitin' at stage bright
I had two rounds the same night
Just hold the short jokes, we the same height
Won't recover his body, it'll never be discovered, but his remains might
It's feelin' like I'm pickin' on nerds (Pickin' on nerds)
This a miniature purge, from top five to the injured reserve
I stomped his head 'til it's a chip in the curb, a stampede
Oh, you box? Bet these bullets faster than your hand speed
Cruisin' in the Van deep
Spot him on his rap tour in Toronto
Then who gon' back up the guard like VanVleet?
You really let the fame go to your head (For real)
Hope you know what you said (What?)
I'm 'bout to throw this nigga over the ledge
Bruce Willis in Sixth Sense, he don't know that he dead
Could let him find out for himself, or I could show him instead (I could show him)
And I see your scare tactics (Tactics)
You was where trappin'?
You was homeless sleepin' on your homie's air mattress
Every artist that's in the game know you a actual lame
You was a bum askin' for change and that's factual, Lanez
I heard you bought a new hairline 'cause it won't grow no more
Fordham Road, you was gettin' jewelry out the clothing store
It took you long enough, I was startin' to get impatient (Impatient)
I sent the message to you, I'm hopin' your fans relayed it
Oh, you Terrance and Phillip? This Canadian Anime
Niggas scared that they bitch up, say your name when the camera playin'
Ain't no fuckin' R&B nigga that's harmin' me nigga
What you gon' kill me with? A harmony, nigga?
Oh, this ain't what he predict (No)
I hope he mentally and physically fit
Lil' Tory, stay in your lane 'fore you flip off a cliff
I throw him in a headlock, this nigga frivol as shit (Frivol as shit)
Craig pops chasin' the dog, then you slid through some shit
I'm talkin' real pain, you had a nine to five before your deal came (Yeah)
Chill, Lanez, hammer bang, I'll nine mil' Lanez
I told this nigga put on his boots, I got my foot on his stoop
Look how long this nigga took to recoup (How long he took to recoup)
I can tell I got you shook by the look, it's the proof
They got studios in Dubai, nigga, what's your excuse? (Nigga, what's your excuse?)
You let him talk 'til I put him on mute (Put him on)
You think you dope as Shakur with you nose ring, tats showin' and all? (Tats showin')
You wanna rap fast now? Oh you Tory Lamar? (Tory)
Back down who with Tory then come back 'round for Tory tomorrow
Nigga clumsy, I clipped his legs, stand over and draw
Humpty Dumpty, I crack his egg all over the wall (Splat)
You just a celebrity cornball (Cornball)
You brung up Boogie like I warned y'all
Arrivin' onto your dick, now we on y'all
He lackin' with his bitch, he ain't on guard
I spit 10, missed 10, but I caught in the air like a coin toss (Coin toss)
I heard you joined forces, you gon' need some assistance
Next time, shut your mouth and start keepin' your distance
I told you you was gon' die, I like to speak into existence
This what happens when good kids put their feet in the trenches
I was in your penthouse in Miami, the shit was dope
In and outta the bathroom, I know you was sniffin' coke
Slit your throat, wipe the blood on your tee
While you was guzzlin' bleach, I let the Gym Star bubble your cheek (Bubble)
I hope they sent it to your mother when that cover release (When that cover release)
She should've never let her son in the streets (Nah)
Call your sisters and brothers, tell 'em you love 'em, nigga, hug 'em at least
Then come outside and get some mud on your feet, pussy (Mud on your feet)
You feelin' froggy? Let's dance, nigga, WB
This a joke, you ain't a G.O.A.T., you a mutt with a leash
Muzzle on a Desert Eagle just to cover the beat
Tell your people to call a huddle with me (Now keep goin')
You got hot doin' remixes, (What else?) this is three-sixes
When you see Tory suited up, (What) know I mean business
He home booted up without a piece in it, it's the free clinic
Kids there, I'ma leave that bitch without a seed in it
Daystar, I heard you was rappin' in gay bars (Ha)
They pumpin' your battery until I get the same charge
A chainsaw verse a butter knife, you really must don't love your life
Friendly comp? This ain't nothin' nice, I hope you brung a pipe
We spun at night with twin bull dogs then we cut the lights
They look just alike, when one bark, then the other bite
You talk about your bar level then you let a god test you
You a con, it's about time they knew that Don special
Before rap, it was hand to hand like a arm wrestle
You rung the alarm now you runnin' until a bomb catch you
I ain't even gonna let you breath one bit (Nah)
This that Beanie flow when he tried to son Kiss
Hitter got his beanie low, drum clip, one click
I wanna see him hung, lynched, bodied with a skunk stench
Man, you grew up out in Brampton, that shit look like the Hamptons
Ain't no killers out lampin', ain't no houses gettin' ran in
I been waitin' for a rapper to step, askin' for wreck
Ain't nobody out rap me that I actually met
I tell 'em creep up, put the heat up to the back of his neck
Through his Adam's apple, as soon as he collapse you collect
Alex Trabeck, you on Jeopardy, I'm addin' a death
To your legacy so you better be attackin' correct
And I can smell goofy, I can tell you a male groupie
You don't even got a hood, this nigga grew up well, truthfully
I could go to Hollywood back to where they sell loosies
Where most niggas dropped out or got expelled usually
Took you three days, I needed a clean hour
Your baby mama named Raina, right? I know you seen Power
You need powder, go play with your nose, it's takin' a toll
'Cause from the eyebrows up, you look 80 years old
Think you should know that I might spit in your face
This the old Don, I had to go and dig in the crate
You prolly put a thong on when you listen to Drake
Who can I run to with his head? Y'all thinking he gon' really escape
You a karaoke sing along, tell your cheerleaders bring it on
Your neighbor used to pay you by the week to come and clean the lawn
You went to Everglades High? Ain't no robbers in there
It sound like a bunch of scholars in there
You're not just prepared
Tell me, when you ate up Drake dick, did you swallow?
'Cause your whole diss sound like "5AM In Toronto"
I load the clip up like it's bufferin', he shiverin', it's stutterin'
Oh, you was bubblin' 'til Sean Kingston robbed you of your publishin'
You woke up in the sas and now you're about to get assassinated
You got me aggravated 'cause that whole verse was fabricated
I got chased? Show some pictures and footage
You run with niggas that get robbed and party with the nigga that took it
Them niggas is puddin', they walk with their necks down
So go find some more lies and another nigga flow for the next round

I ain't lettin' you breathe one bit, nigga
We ain't lettin' up, my foot on the gas, nigga
Stop askin' for help and start rappin' yourself, nigga
Y'all niggas is scared
Whoever helping you, they're gonna need more, and more, and more
And I'm doin' this shit by myself, nigga
Whenever you drop, I'm droppin', nigga
You know what time it is, nigga
Don, bitch (Yeah)