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Back at it again, it’s your boy Mitchy B
Flamin all these chumps til I D-I-E
Boutta flame the one we all call Dad
Goes to Iowa, and he thinks he is bad
S/O to Iowa for conditioning my liver
Shut your fucking trap you hear my voice and you quiver
Got yo girls they call me mista mista
I’m operating their systems like I’m windows vista
It’s likely yo bitch like me
Got all these kids tryna be just like me
If you use my bars please cite
All haters please just bite me
Mitchy B headin’ straight for the top
Start flamin’ Reid and he’s like “Mitch stoOoOp”
Caught Reid, he always steady lacks
Steady takin dumps on these ratchet hoes’ backs
Reid tries say “bro you aren’t even FiJi”
After this flame you’re gonna be begging for a treaty
I ain’t even about that frat life
Talk greek again I’ll slit your throat with a knife
Flame back? Boy don’t even try
A panther like me would eat your fuckin hawkeyes
Hand Reid the aux cord, you sign your death warrant
Shitty ass rappers my ears are under torment
I get get the cord I play that hardcore
Hand it to Reid, you’re getting macklemore
How you gonna criticize when you like Hoodie?
Rap genius? Nah you a rookie
Try to to flame my boys Logic and Mars
You’re just jealous cuz you ain’t got no bars
All my new listeners think I may have no chill
I don’t give a fuck boy, shoutout to the Mil
Open up my wallet you hear chi-CHANG
Open up Reid’s dorm see some boys that can’t hang
Iowa ain’t shit to the Mil
Hell, you probably couldn’t even handle Springfield
911! We got a fire on the loose!
Mitchy B just released a flame on Roos
Reid only shoppin' at good will
All that thrift shoppin’ and you still ain’t even trill
Piss off Reid, he’ll start to throw a fit
No worries, one hit and he’ll be lit
“Oh my god, Iowa stories I have few”
Who?   …..   Asked you?
So many bars, I saved the best for the last
You talk so much shit, no wonder why you eat ass


REID FLAME

Look if you had one shot or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted… In one moment…
Would you go to McDonald’s? Or would you go to Wendy’s?

Yo...

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There’s a pizza in the oven, mom I’m ready

He’s hungry, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To eat all, but he keeps on forgetting
To wash the food down but the food won’t go down
He opens his mouth, but the food won’t come out
He’s choking how? Everybody but him is tokin now
The munchies are out, erik ate everything— WOW

Snapback to reality— oh he loves calories
OHH — there goes Erik, he ate
He’s so full, but he won’t give up that easy nope,
He will have it, he knows, recipes to their ropes
He is fatter, he knows
And in fact it makes him kinda sad
#1 man flaming him, Reid his own dad
Bullying Erik makes us kinda glad
Tries flaming back but it’s so fuckin bad

(CHORUS X2)
You better lose yourself
In the CHU, at the cafe, in the room 
Where they always cooking up that food
You can only take one shot, and you miss every chance to blow
Been kicked out of the GroupMe for a lifetime

Food’s escaping, through this hole that is gaping
This grub is Erik’s for the taking
Erik’s fat, I told you that
Lemme tell you bout him and snapchat
Imma convince you that he’ll never get the cat
Act like a captain, screenshotting Morgan
Take those pics and play with your dick like an organ
You’re not important, you are so boring
Sliding into minor’s DMs: Loren
Please chill with your thirsty ass
Matter fact lemme pour you up a glass
You on Tinder? A girl would always pass
“Aye man I was just wondering if you were gonna eat that” FACE ASS
Moves on to the bigger clothes, will they fit? Who knows?
Erik’s dome shaped like a toe, known fact he’ll never GLO, but we know he’ll grow
Eating in the 6 with his woes. Your friends? More like your greatest foes

(CHORUS X2)
You better lose yourself
In the CHU, at the cafe, in the room 
Where they always cooking up that food
You can only take one shot, and you miss every chance to blow
Been kicked out of the GroupMe for a lifetime

No more games, he’s gonna change what you call rage
Tear this motherfuckin fridge out like he hasn’t eaten in days
Posted a snap of UV Cake, man that’s your biggest mistake
You realize that this is a product that you cannot bake?
The only product here that is getting baked is you
Think you’re smart? You’re not even accepted in the CHU
I play no games, spitting these flames
So damn strange, hope you get hit by a train
Guess what? You got the stupidest name
Erik Rhyme? More like two at a time
The way you talk to girls, you might as well be a mime
The back of a frozen dinner is your only teacher
Stick it in the microwave for your pepperoni pizza
He says some “Aye man I’m tryna lose some weight”
Staring back at him wondering how much he just ate
Your parents don’t want ya, you might as well be a foster
Cherry Hill ballers? You’d be at the bottom of the roster
And he likes pasta. And he feeds like a monster.
Can’t eat one more bite? Erik Torres gotchya
Will the real Mitchy B please stand up?
Passin all these bars like Erik’s piss in a cup
He’s the definition of the 40 year old virgin
Had to make this flame, this shit was urgent
Gotta go though, this the last verse of the song
Erik never ask again “aye man can you put me on?”

(CHORUS X2)
You better lose yourself
In the CHU, at the cafe, in the room 
Where they always cooking up that food
You can only take one shot, and you miss every chance to blow
Been kicked out of the GroupMe for a lifetime

wit yo nasty ass

ERIK FLAME: LOSE YOURSELF-ESTEEM

KEV FLAME

Yeah, AH

Ye

New Year, giant man, ugly man

*I’m gon end you*

YE

Kevman, Kevman, Kevman that boy up to something 
Hairline throwback Thursday it amount to nothing
That boy tall and stupid, you know I ain’t bluffin'
Yo face ugly boy it need some reconstruction, woo
Parents should have never had that reproduction, woo
You act like Kevin boy I’m talkin' Dunder Mifflin, woo
Titties, naked laps for all the beer pong that you missed
Mitchy with that heat you know that I’m about to diss

Kevman, Kevman, Kevman that boy up to something
Ugh, ugh, ugh, I’m roastin know that you are blushin
Way too much involvement, you must think we like you
Kev just stay upstairs realize that we despise you, woo
I see him talking someone turn down volume
Dumb and loud you moving out man please just tell me soon
Kevman, Kevman, Kevman fuck was you expecting? woo
A strong ass diss track boy you better start respectin’ woo

Mitchy, Mitchy, Mitchy, Mitchy, Mitchy, Mitchy
I’m on the come up like a free throw you can't miss me
That boy playing 2k, Kevman please quit gruntin’
Kevman, Kevman, Kevman, that boy up to something
Test results, doctor just told him “wait”
Jacobsons, insanity doc bout to bake
Insane, stupid, tall, dumb, nimrod, faggot, retard
Boy know that you smell worse than Dominic's discharge
Flaming is a hobby that’s a way for me
Can be through these tracks or through these dank memes
Kevman sat down guess I need another seat
Kevman, Kevman ouchie get away from me

YE! Kevman, Kevman you deserve no introduction
Kevman, get to speakin get to interruption, wow
Dumb shit pouring out your mouth you must eat ass like wow
Boy get some 2-ply to clean that shit mouth up like now
Kevman, how many times you drink and never lack like woo
Kevman, Kevman check the number on Westbrook’s back like woo
Kev when I say you ugly do you get the picture? woo
Throwin’ bottles at roomies can’t handle liquor woo

Heard he came through the 414 on a Monday
Confused in lecture hall must be dumb or something
Too many extra chromosomes man your brain is flooded
You had us all like wow, your mind is something

Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman
Mitchy off the remix always up to something
Obnoxious Kevin I get straight to disrespecting’
Wayyyyyyyy too many flames I might be bugging’
Kevman puked on the table twice or something
Kevman thought you were conservative or something
Kevman, Kevman, Kevman, Kevman, Kevman, Kevman
Kevman, Kevman, please stop being up to something 

Kevman, Kevman, Kevman that boy up to something 
Hairline throwback Thursday it amount to nothing
That boy tall and stupid, you know I ain’t bluffing’
Kevman, Kevman, Kevman that boy up to something


Kev Flame: Kevman

Changed Me ft. Carrots and QuinnyMane

Like a Swisher ft. Carrots and JayG

Just a couple of guys who were up to no good started makin trouble in my neighborhood

Genie Ft. Carrots, QuinnyMane & Mitchy B

Carrots Flame ft. QuinnyMane

Kev Flame 2.0 (Gucci Gang Remix)

Kev is gay
Kev is lame
Got no game
Stupid name
Has no shame
Dumbass in a lotta ways

Private school but he ain’t gotta brain
And we know he love the cocaine

Gotta ask his mom for the brand names
So dumb had to make two flames
What’s Big Kev to a Lil Mitch? (ooo)
Turned Big Kev to a little bitch (ah)

Private school’s more than my rent
Yo mamma cook fish in the tent
Fish fry made with the love
Ice on my wrist had to wear a glove
All your brothers be sober
Dancin with the Realtor till she comes over
Holding with the hands lookin stupid and tall
Tell him quit the act he’s got feelings for Saud

Catch him with the shitty beer at the house and he’s blacking out like a bitch too easily
Catch him with the vodka sprite at the club and he’s fucking fat bitches way too frequently
Too much addy hope you pop a vein
Kev’s bar tabs like pocket change
Mumbling after lotta drank
Few drinks, all his words do sound the same

Think you got a real job, don’t cha?
Nanny kids your a mom, aren’t cha? (Bitch!)
All these weekends you can’t afford it and we got the money so we fuck with your room to annoy ya

Keep to myself you don’t know me
Not an alcoholic I’m a stoney
Sticking to the facts, you always seem to lack, you got a drinking problem and no money

Kev subpar so I made another single
You’re an idiot so I kept my lyrics simple
Shitty hairline I’m waiting for the wrinkles
Vete a la puta, I keep this shit bilingual
I’m 5 x 20 per year
That’s one hundred, know you’re slow here
I’m your drinking problem’s worst fear
You’re a sheep, Great Clips line up with those shears

Kev is gay
Kev is lame
Got no game
Stupid name
Has no shame
Dumbass in a lotta ways

Private school but he ain’t gotta brain
And we know he love the cocaine

Mitchy B got all the brand names
Got clout for the whole gang
K Falk bout throw a rampage
So dumb, I  could write a fuckin third flame

Bars ain’t close to being spent
How bout ya ask  girls for consent
Think math’s hard like cement
Mama ask what happened to your meds

Never Marquette Academy
Boy you lacking some strategy
32 IQ mentality
And the realitor’s a manatee

Bitch your breath smell like some cigarettes
Better keep him quiet during projects
Kicked outta bars no logic
Drinking problem gotta be  in full effect

Everybody screaming “Fuck Kevin”
And he drinks like he’s a freshman
Rippin bowls like he’s eleven
Brother wouldn’t pick you as his best man

Kev is gay
Kev is lame
Got no game
Stupid name
Has no shame
Dumbass in a lotta ways

Private school but he ain’t gotta brain
And we know he love the cocaine

Gotta ask his mom for the brand names
So dumb had to make two flames
What’s Big Kev to a Lil Mitch? (ooo)
Turned Big Kev to a little bitch (ah)

Kev is gay
Kev is lame
Got no game
Stupid name
Has no shame
Dumbass in a lotta ways

Private school but he ain’t gotta brain
And we know he love the cocaine

Mitchy B got all the brand names
Got clout for the whole gang
K Falk bout throw a rampage
So dumb, I  could write a fuckin third flame

Kev Flame 2.0

Kev Flame 2.0 (Gucci Gang Remix)

Pockets not fat but that stomach lookin chubby
Lookin like Frank from Philly where it’s always Sunny
Your diss track did ya read diss rap for dummies
Corny ass rhymes, no flow, this shit’s funny

Mitchy B, diss veteran, I’m the God
CJ you suck dick, yeah I asked Saud
Drug addict, coke fiend, you are a fraud
Shittrat prefers his corn dogs served raw

Tryna diss me? It’s over
Shittrat diss track, exposure
Coming at me? I don’t give a fuck
I’m ballin’ in Milwaukee like I’m playing for the Bucks
Tryna diss me? You’re sober
Miss old CJ, a stoner
Now it’s shittrat, that guys a queer
Selling shitty pot is not a career

Wallet may be flat, but I got the cash to spend
Gotta credit debit card, dealers wouldn’t comprehend
You’re lookin for a girl, they’re lookin for a man
Amanda put you in that zone, she’s lookin for a friend

Bitch I body beats, you body corn dog in the sheets
Cocaine off her tits, when she was practically asleep
Wanted Fitzy’s ex, but she didn’t wanna peak
Breaking bro code after bro code, not a man can’t you see

Got no Gucci on, crushin snakes with my feet
Started dissing young, turned to be elite
Same brewers jersey wearin four times a week
Man that shit is so beat, go do some laundry

Tryna diss me? It’s over
Shittrat diss track, exposure
Coming at me? I don’t give a fuck
I’m ballin’ in Milwaukee like I’m playing for the Bucks
Tryna diss me? You’re sober
Miss old CJ, a stoner
Now it’s shittrat, that guys a queer
Selling shitty pot is not a career

Bitch you lost this battle, but you should lose some weight
Bitch I threw the shade and bitch you took the bait
Bitch diss god Mitch, bitch there’s no debate
Talkin shit about my bank, but I aint got complaints

Talkin bout my money, but I think I’ve gotten plenty
You flexing beers at Jack’s, I’m flexing 720
With all your brewers shit on, don’t expect an entry
Dressing like a little kid, go back to elementary

Cj whats the beef? I don’t even know
Sucking dick in the stalls, anything for blow
Don’t deny the corn dog, I got video
Recording on yo phone, I’m in the studio

Tryna diss me? It’s over
Shittrat diss track, exposure
Coming at me? I don’t give a fuck
I’m ballin’ in Milwaukee like I’m playing for the Bucks
Tryna diss me? You’re sober
Miss old CJ, a stoner
Now it’s shittrat, that guys a queer
Selling shitty pot is not a career

Mitchy B

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