Name: C. Allen's Diss Mixtape[DEMO] by keyn@mi
Duration: 1 min 9 s
Description: I was never planning on dropping this with the EP... but here I am.

LYRICS:

MONGO:
CHECK, CHECK, CHECK, YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IT IS!
MONGO IN YO MUTHAFUCKIN HOE
77.7 HAND OF GOD FM COMIN’ AT YA WITH A SPECIAL REQUEST
WHAT’S THAT MONGO?
NOW I SEE A LOT OF PUSSY MUTHAFUCKAS IN THE HOOD SLEEPIN’ ON THE HAND
AW NAW!
WHEREVER YOU AT, PICK YO MUTHAFUCKIN’ FEET UP OFF THE GROUND, BITCH!
OKAY!
THIS GODHAND VOLUME 2!

GONDA:
BITCH GET UP!
TALKIN’ SHIT, SUPER SOAKER, YOU GET WET UP
POKER FACE, NO EXPRESSION, I WON’T LET UP
YOU LIKE A CHESS SET, BITCH, YOU CAN GET SET UP
HIT YOU WITH A LEFT RIGHT LEFT, CHIN CHECK
LEAVE YO EYE THE SAME COLOR AS SOME WINDEX
I’M IMPATIENT, WAITIN’ MAKE ME FED UP
YOU MADE A FOOL OF YOURSELF, BITCH, GET UP!

I’M A CERTIFIED FUCK YO BITCH SPECIALIST
LEAVE HER SATISFIED, YOU KNOW THAT GONDA ALWAYS EXCELLENT
RAPPERS ARE MY SONS, TO MY CUM THAT’S A TESTAMENT
GOT A MILLION KIDS, THAT’S A CONSERVATIVE ESTIMATE
UH, I’M SMOKIN’ ON THAT SHIT THAT MAKE YOU IMMOLATE
I TOOK TOO MUCH SHROOMS, SO NOW MY EYEBALLS LOOK LIKE DINNER PLATES
UH, WE DOIN’ 107 ON THE INTERSTATE
SLEEPIN’ ON ME, FAKE, I KNOW THAT ALL THE REAL ONES BEEN AWAKE
UH

MONGO:
I’M A BONAFIDE BITCH GETTER
M-O-N-G-O CUM CORRECT, FUCK YO BITCH BETTER
BABY GLOCK TURN A SUCKA YOUNG, HE A BED WETTER
FUCK HER THROAT UP, LIL MONGO HAD TO GET MY HEAD MEASURED
BITCH, STICK YO TONGUE OUT OR WHAT YOU HERE FOR?
OOWEE, WHIP MY GUN OUT, WHAT IT HIT FOR?
30 BANDS AND IT’S ALL CHAINS, LIL BRODIE, TRUST ME
GET IT UP, STICKS IN THIS HOE, WE PACKIN’ LUNCH MEAT LIL BITCH

GONDA & MONGO:
BITCH GET UP! 
TALKIN’ SHIT, SUPER SOAKER, YOU GET WET UP (YOU GET BLITZED)
POKER FACE, NO EXPRESSION, I WON’T LET UP (I WON’T LET UP)
YOU LIKE A CHESS SET, BITCH, YOU CAN GET SET UP (YOU CAN GET SET UP)
HIT YOU WITH A LEFT RIGHT LEFT, CHIN CHECK (PUT YOU DOWN, HOE)
LEAVE YO EYE THE SAME COLOR AS SOME WINDEX 
I’M IMPATIENT, WAITIN’ MAKE ME FED UP (I’M LOSIN’ PATIENCE)
YOU MADE A FOOL OF YOURSELF, BITCH, GET UP!

GET UP! (PROD. GORT)

LYRICS:

GONDA:
HOP INSIDE, LET’S GO FOR A RIDE
HIT THE GAS, TALKIN’ PEDAL, WE CAN GET HIGH
(x2)

I’M SMOKIN’ DOPE HOE, I GOT THE PRESSURE ON ME
IN THE FRONT SEAT, TRYNA SEAL A SWISHER SWEET UNDER MY FRONT TEETH
IT GOT ME IN A NEW DIMENSION, SEEIN’ PRETEND SHIT, I’M NEARIN’ ASCENSION
THIS SHIT FEEL LIKE AYAHUASCA, MY BRAIN PASTA
THEY SAY THAT SMOKIN’ SHIT’LL COST YA, BUT THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE
I COULD JOINT FOR JOINT WITH RASTAS, I SWEAR TO GOD
I PULL THE WHIP INTO THE PARKING LOT AND CUT IT OFF
HOP OUT QUICK, LOCK IT WITH THE CLICK UP ON THE KEY ON MY HIP
MEET UP WITH THE CLIQUE
THEY SAID “THIS PARTY NOT JUMPIN’ HOMIE, WE BEEN TRYNA DIP”
I SAID GET YO STUPID ASS INSIDE THE MUTHAFUCKIN’ WHIP

HOP INSIDE, LET’S GO FOR A RIDE
HIT THE GAS, TALKIN’ PEDAL, WE CAN GET HIGH
(x2)

MONGO:
HOP OUT THE WHIP, BUST IN THE BITCH AND THEN I’M DUST OUT THE CRIB
BACK IN THE WHIP, I HIT THE SIDE SHOW WITH ALL MY GANG, RIDE LOW AS SHIT
I KNOW YOU WISH YOU COULD SLIDE FOR THE CLIQUE
ME AND GONDA BUSSIN’ POLES, HIT THE FUCKIN’ RANGE
TRYNA GET SOME PRACTICE ON MY AIM
YO BITCH HIT MY PHONE, I’M SLIDIN’ TO HER PLACE
GIVE ME YO PHONE, IS YOU FUCKIN’ INSANE?
HOP OUT QUICK, COCK IN MY FIST
LET MY NUTS HANG, HOE, SUCK ON MY DICK
PULL MY HAND BACK, SLAP LIKE A PIMP
TELL HER GET YO STUPID ASS INSIDE THIS MUTHAFUCKIN’ WHIP

GONDA:
HOP INSIDE, LET’S GO FOR A RIDE
HIT THE GAS, TALKIN’ PEDAL, WE CAN GET HIGH
(x2)

RIDIN' IN THE WHIP PT. 2 (PROD. PASHICK)

Terminal Lucidity

GONDA:
SHE GIVIN’ HEAD SAME TIME EVERY DAY
PROBABLY WHY THEY CALL THAT SHIT A BLOWJOB
HOW YOU WEARIN’ J’S AND A CHAIN BUT YOU STILL DON’T GOT NO MONEY?
MAN I FIND THAT SHIT SO ODD
TRYNA TELL ME HOW TO RAP HOE
AIN’T NOBODY TEACH YOU HOW TO WORRY BOUT YO ASS THOUGH?
NO? I’M THE MUTHAFUCKIN’ SHIT, BITCH
THAT MEAN GOD IS THE ASSHOLE

SUBWOOFER IN THE TRUNK MAKE ‘EM VIBRATE
HENNY IN THE CUP HOW I HYDRATE
WALK UP IN THE ROOM, YOU CAN SEE THE HOES MIGRATE
BITCH I’M GOIN’ UP LIKE THE CRIME RATE
I DON’T EVER STOP, GIVE A FUCK WHAT THE SIGN SAY?
EVERY SINGLE RULE, I VIOLATE
YOU TRYNA GET OLDER AND DIE IN YA SLEEP
THE WAY I’M LIVIN’, BITCH I’M PROBABLY GONNA DIE AWAKE
SHE TRYNA TAKE E, I GIVE HER ASS A BEAN
SHE POP IT THEN I WATCH HER EYES DILATE
SHE TRYNA POP A PERC BUT HER PERC DON’T WORK
PULL UP ON THE GUY WHO SOLD IT AND ANNIHILATE

TRYNA TELL ME HOW TO RAP HOE?
AIN’T NOBODY TEACH YOU HOW TO WORRY BOUT YO ASS THOUGH?
NO? I’M THE MUTHAFUCKIN’ SHIT, BITCH
THAT MUST MEAN GOD IS THE ASSHOLE

MONGO:
MONEY SPREAD ON MY NIGHTSTAND
BLUES TAKE THE COLOR OUT YO FACE, LEAVE ‘EM TERRIFIED
EVERY CITY, BITCHES SUCKIN’ DICK
CHECK A TRICK, LEAVE HIS ASS BLUE, BITCH I’M VERIFIED
GOT THE BLURPERS ON MY TAIL
CAN’T KICK IT WITH A SUCKA WHO GET PARANOID AND PARALYZED
TAPED UP 4 SIDES, COVER BOTH EYES
LEAVE HIM IN A CARDBOARD BOX WITH NO AIR INSIDE
DRO THAT I’M BLOWIN’ ON LIFT WEIGHTS
GOT ME LOOKIN’ LIKE THE ACTORS IN THE MOVIE PARASITE
BITCH THIS BALLIN’ IS HEREDITARY
HUSTLE LIKE MY POPS, BITCH HE TAUGHT ME HOW TO PAIR A 5
PAIR A 10, PAIR A HUNNID
STEPPED INTO THE MALL AND I BALLED LIKE BUDDEN
STICK MY FINGERS IN HER BUTT LIKE A PUPPET
BOUGHT HER ASS A GEM, NOW SHE SUCKIN’ IT IN PUBLIC
REAL PIECE OF SHIT SHIT TALKER
IMMA GET UP IN HER INSIDES LIKE A SKINWALKER
SHE WANT A DIAMOND CHAIN, WASHINGTON CARVER
BUY HER ASS A PURSE, THEN RIGHT AFTER, HIT A LICK ON HER
STILL GON’ LET ME DROP THE DICK ON HER
PUT A HUNNID ROUNDS INTO ANY BITCH THAT PICK ON HER
SHE WANT ME TO PUT A RING ON HER
CUZ I’M ALWAYS BRINGIN’ HOME THE BACON LIKE A PIG FARMER
SHE TRYNA POP A BEAN OR A 15
BITCH I GOT EXACTLY WHAT YOU NEED LIKE BIG PHARMA
SUCKA ASS RAPPERS FALLIN’ OFF
HONESTLY I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU BRO, THAT’S JUST KARMA
TRYNA TELL ME HOW TO RAP HOE?
AIN’T NOBODY TEACH YOU HOW TO WORRY BOUT YO ASS THOUGH?
NO? I’M THE MUTHAFUCKIN’ SHIT, BITCH
THAT MUST MEAN GOD IS THE ASSHOLE

GONDA:
SHE GIVIN’ HEAD SAME TIME EVERY DAY
PROBABLY WHY THEY CALL THAT SHIT A BLOWJOB
HOW YOU WEARIN’ J’S AND A CHAIN BUT YOU STILL DON’T GOT NO MONEY?
MAN I FIND THAT SHIT SO ODD
TRYNA TELL ME HOW TO RAP HOE
AIN’T NOBODY TEACH YOU HOW TO WORRY BOUT YO ASS THOUGH?
NO? I’M THE MUTHAFUCKIN’ SHIT, BITCH
THAT MEAN GOD IS THE ASSHOLE

ASSHOLE (PROD. FONY WALLACE + DROCOOKEDTHIS)

LYRICS:

GONDA:
YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY GO CALL 911
FUCK YOU TRYNA FIGHT WITH ME FOR? YOU SHOULD REALLY GO HIDE AND RUN
HOP OUT WITH THE TOOL AND FIX HIM UP LIKE I’M A HANDYMAN
YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE

CALL THE AMBULANCE, YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE X2

MONGO:
SUCKA YOU SHOULD REALLY CRY FOR HELP
YO HOMIE ON A STRETCHER, MAKE THAT 9 AND 10, 11, 12
CRACK YO GODDAMN CRANIUM, THAT PISTOL WHIP SOUND LIKE A BELL
THAT TOLL FOR YOUR MISTAKES, I PRAY TO GOD YOU DON’T GET SENT TO HELL
I’M CATCHIN’ BODIES LIKE A FIREFIGHTER OR FIRST RESPONDER
IRON SIGHT ON YO BROTHERS, THAT BITCH FYE FYE
RED LIGHTS COME SCREAMIN’ DOWN THE BLOCK, YOU SHOULDA THOUGHT
YOU SHOULDA TURNED AROUND, YOU KNOW I’M FINNA POP

GONDA:
YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY GO CALL 911
FUCK YOU TRYNA FIGHT WITH ME FOR? YOU SHOULD REALLY GO HIDE AND RUN
HOP OUT WITH THE TOOL AND FIX HIM UP LIKE I’M A HANDYMAN
YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE

CALL THE AMBULANCE, YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE X2

MY CHOPPA STRETCH A DEMON OUT LIKE LAFFY TAFFY
LAUGHIN’ IN YO FACE, UNDERNEATH MY MASK I’M VERY HAPPY
I COULD LET YOU BURN IN HELL OR GO TO HEAVEN WHERE IT’S GRASSY
PUT YOU IN A WHEELCHAIR, SHOOT YOU IN THE BACK, DEGRASSI
BITCH I CAME TO KILL
PUT SOME POINTS UP ON THE BOARD FOR GOD, HIS HEMOGLOBIN SPILL
PULL UP WITH THE TOOL, THAT HAMMER BLAMMIN’, THIS SHIT NOT A DRILL
YOU TRYNA TEXT YO HOMIES BUT YOU SHOULD BE TYPIN’ UP YO WILL

YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY GO CALL 911
FUCK YOU TRYNA FIGHT WITH ME FOR? YOU SHOULD REALLY GO HIDE AND RUN
HOP OUT WITH THE TOOL AND FIX HIM UP LIKE I’M A HANDYMAN
YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE

CALL THE AMBULANCE, YOU CALLIN’ ALL YO HOMIES, YOU SHOULD REALLY CALL THE AMBULANCE X2

AMBULANCE (PROD FONY WALLACE + TYLUR OCEAN)

LYRICS:

MONGO:
AYYY!
GODHAND, GODHAND
AYYY!
GODHAND, GODHAND

WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
GOT YO BROTHER IN THE TRUNK
WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
GOT YO BITCH ON MY NUTS X2

WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
YOU KNOW MONGO ALWAYS STAY UP IN THE CUT
CATCHIN’ FADES IN THE BAY WITH MY CUZ
YO BROTHER CATCH A STRAY WHEN I PLAY WITH MY GUN
I’M A PSYCHOPATHIC TRIGGER HAPPY FREAK
HIT YO BITCH PHONE WHEN I GET THE PILLS THEN WE GEEK
GET UP IN IT GOOD EVERY NIGHT, EVERY WEEK
IF YOU KNOCKIN’ AT MY DOOR, HIT CTRL+ALT+DELETE
WHAT IT IS MUTHAFUCKA? WHAT IT BE?
I COULD LEAVE YOU BLEEDIN’ SLOW OUT IN THE STREET
WITH MY 9MM, NEED A M FOR THE FEAT
THAT’S A M FOR THE NAME, ON GO FOR THE CHEESE
KEEP IT G ON DA ROAD WITH MY DAWGS
PLAYIN’ PACKED OUT SHOWS LIKE THE WOODS, LIKE THE LOGS
YO BROTHER IS A SNITCH, IN THE BOOKS, IN THE LOGS
IMMA RUN OFF ON THE JAKES LIKE A GHOST IN THE FOG

WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
GOT YO BROTHER IN THE TRUNK
WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
GOT YO BITCH ON MY NUTS X2

GONDA:
WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
YOU KNOW IF IT’S UP THEN IT’S STUCK AND YOU SHIT OUTTA LUCK
I’M A G, O, YOU GON’ HAVE TO SIGN A NDA
TRYNA FUCK WITH GONDA, THROW YO PHONE IN THE SAFE
TOOK ALONDRA TO LAKEWOOD, DOWN TO THE 1
IF IT’S UP THEN IT’S STUCK LIKE SOME FUCKIN’ BUBBLEGUM
PULLED UP ON HIM AT THE GOLF COURSE, SHOOTIN’ PAR
BEAT HIM UP AND RAN HIM OVER WITH HIS OWN GOLF CART
RACK IT BACK LIKE BANG WITH THE MASK ON
BACK IN GRADE SCHOOL, ALL THE BITCHES USED TO PASS ON ME
NOW THEY HEAD DOWN, ASS UP, TRYNA GET SOME
TRYNA TAKE A PIC AT THE SHOW WHEN MY SET DONE
I SAID WHAT IT IS?
BUSSIN’ HELLA NUTS, I MIGHT HAVE A HUNNID KIDS
FUCK YOU TALKIN’ BOUT BITCH? NO ONE ASKED YOU
IMMA TELL IT HOW IT IS CUZ I HAVE TO

MONGO:
WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
GOT YO BROTHER IN THE TRUNK
WHAT IT IS HOE?!
WASSUP?
GOT YO BITCH ON MY NUTS X2

WHAT IT IS HOE?! (PROD. FONY WALLACE)

I was never planning on dropping this with the EP... but here I am.

C. Allen's Diss Mixtape[DEMO]

Untitled 2

rotting prod. by sickboi

lowk wanted to try sum i haven't in a long time n it came out hella goooood :))) 

heres the lyrics OWO

in the back and im rollin on that J
wit yo bitch and we fuckin all day
wit my sharty and im callin her my bae
pushin preasure pushin money yea u kno we go spray
oka like oka
told that ugh 3x 
told that bitch okay
yea i love that ho yea i gave that ho a boquet 3x

C. Allen's Diss Mixtape[DEMO]

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