the good, the bad, and the very very confusing {EchoRP Summer '23 Diss Track Szn}

it do be diss szn - EchoRP

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Medics - LuvDior (Feat. Gunner)

Mad - Gunner

No Way - Gunner x Naldi

Diss Track SZN Pt. 1 For Johnathan Matthews

#FREEMARIBANDZ

FREE RENT? (Johnathan Matthews Diss) - MariBandz

Diss Track Szn Pt. 2

Somebody tell em boys to please stop trying me 
Walked em down hit him in is eye cause he was dying to see
What i’m on? 
Bitch on hots 
He done won that lottery 
I told her that she best off sucking dick cause she ain’t lining me

No care about a No Love it’s no time for me 
You can’t get no switch up on that tec so boy don’t lie to me
And I ain’t PD but when i pull up i’m gone line the street 
I Just hit up brody like they dissing we assigned the sweep 
Aye legacy the reason why y’all popping
And if it want for Wunner all that music get to flopping 
Why you worried bout that bitch?
She in my phone and she ain’t stopping
Y’all really gotta hear me out 
She in my phone and that bitch topless
We gone bring that beef like jimmy dean
hit his bean no Mr Clean 
That chain on me bling bling
Send that boy some rounds ding ding
Aye y’all done started with the wrong one 
I’m like Tyson with these disses come out throwing shots in round one
How y’all jacking that he him he got like 3 songs 
I could do what they do in 6 months with only 3 songs
Treat em like a bitch get beat on 
This a pissy blunt got peed on
Bitch i’m him I put the team on
If it’s beef i bring that T-Bone
Me and brody really carrying all these dummies on they fuckin songs
And I don’t care if it get wild I hop out whips and hit em like a bong
And you know they whole team depressed 
Bitch you dumb if you think D pressed
Run up on me hit his v neck 
Bitch you dumb if you think we next 
And man how you dissing Luna
You was out simping 
Mixing songs then you copped a house and she went out grinchin
Brody dropped a diss then deleted shit now he out missing 
Wouldn’t let her pay for any of them songs cause he was out simping 
Man I talk a lot shit cause on my soul them boys can’t fuck with me
It’s alotta rackies and i got em sticking out my dungarees
Man he hate Dior she love Dior that bitch was tryna hump on me
They ain’t got no fuckin bars so I put bread they try to dump on me
How the fuck is you gangsta wearing fishnets and bonnet
He don’t want that smoke shit chronic
Pass a opp to bro i’m diming 
And on some G shii I got a question how is VB breathing
He was in like 7 different gangs and ya just let em leave it
And I ain’t saying bro should die but i’m just fuckin saying
If y’all ain’t blood em out ya’ll ain’t on shii so cut the gang banging 
I’m just saying ain’t no real gangs 
Man them boys don’t fuck with culture
I be in that field much you know that i ride with vultures 
Stop claiming you a gang banger
Rockin all this fashion nova
Press me in a fishnet 
Bitch i’m just gon run you over
No Love No Love 
Get that shit up out my fuckin ear 
If it ain’t my brother on that beat then I don’t fuckin care
They like oh my god that’s GOAT i’m like bitch please 
Knocker on my body ima throw
Wont let em get me

Somebody tell em boys to please stop trying me 
Walked em down hit him in is eye cause he was dying to see
What i’m on? 
Bitch on hots 
He done won that lottery 
I told her that she best off sucking dick cause she ain’t lining me

No Name Drops (No Love Diss) - LuvDior

Beach boiz what you doin fuckin with the big boys
No love, it aint just a name we tote big toys
Bank account low cause you bitches makin no noise
Comin for my burbur, i got caskets you can enjoy 

Tryin to rewind that, but you cant turn the time back
Comin for ya label cause im loaded up for combat
Know you weak ass artists aint even tryna respond back
All the no love women steppin, walk-in you's a door mat

15k for an album i know that aint really real
Couldn't be me cause im loadin up this dirty steel
Drillin all you shitty rappers, know im comin for the kill
How you try to come for burbur knowin you'd get slid by phil

I dont need a gun to kill you rappers treat you the beat
Murderous, i don't know a rapper who could step to me 
Better pay ya artists or ill have em workin on the street
Jade this a message i just put you in the hot seat

But for real, i really wish you will 
Just come and unload the steel, but you pussy sittin still
If you scared of the steel, then go n pick up the quill
Bottle you like some pills, cause im really feelin ill 

If you aint payin nacho then im rippin up his contract
We gon get my mans his money, pockets gon get ransacked
If you need my number then hit Brea for my contact
We aint just a label we a family we got all backs

Jeremiah better watch ya back ill put you on a tee
Devious, doin JJ dirty comin for the key
If you wanna up the blammers have you swimmin in the sea
You Cant even snap you dont rap you do rnb

Pologize to hayley while you bowin on ya dirty knee
Serious, ima have you cryin while you give ya plea
Better learn ya place if you ever comin for the queen
Don't know what you was thinkin musta been the 30 perks n lean

Claimin you on top but ya shows is never packed
Ain't droppin anotha name cause you bitches got no tracks
I did my due diligence just knowin that you got clapped
But this is for anyone thats feelin kinda attacked

Madness - Lil Phil

Diss Track Szn Pt. 3

This diss war shii fun

Solo Squad (Phil Diss) - LuvDior

fuckin up these motherfuckin bitches OOH fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckin fuckin MM MM YEAH I don't even UH fuckin UH what UH fuckin UH what UH fuckin UH yuh UH fuckin aye aye fuckin up the UH YEAH fuckin it up

NACHO X Meigh - F*%kin

Hey Naldi.. like why you keep talking that shit you get carried by Sasha
He keep popping that shit out the side of his neck imma pull up and hit that lil boy wit da knocka

And we know you a opp, I really hope Gunner ain't pay for yo feature on "Chop"
All of yo music is ass, whenever you diss it song like you gargling cock
So why did you speak on the gang, when we was around you never came spin onna block
Yo only hit song was carried by Winnie, he really yo daddy you callin him pops
And I really feel bad for any dumbass who paid yo lil ass for a feat
The way you deliver yo lyrics on songs I don't even know why you pay for the beat
Go get him a back brace, I'm talkin bout Gunner he carried the team
Naldi a pussy, he finna get treat like a cat the way I come through with a beam

Hey Naldi, like why you keep dissing the twins you know we get onnat
Sasha be killing you, everytime she onna song, she treating yo ass like a doormat
So why are you all in my ear tryna rap, don't nobody want that
Get em up outta the stu, his lyrics are poop, so point this lil bitch where the door at
So why did you speak on my name, you know that this shit get messy
I'm in the bahamas, I'm fuckin yo mama, she all on her knees tryna give me that necky
Why is ya'll claiming ya'll really be bangin, how did that boy get a switch onna techy
You need to stop talkin that shit, yo homie a bitch, he know it I'm talkin bout Keshi

Look
If he feelin offended go tell that lil boy I'll be here for the month
Why is he beggin for smoke, my twin'll pull up witta pole and put him inna blunt
Naldi ain't never out getting no pussy, he be payin dem artist to fuck
Keshi be watching his girl go fuck up on all of these dudes, you know he a cuck

It's really ashame, why you keep on saying my name, you know that I'm poppin
Why would you come for a artist that's better than you, is dissin me really an option
You be cookin that mid everytime you go hop onna mic, you trash really just stop it
That song was better when Keshi was there by himself, like what was you saying on "Toxic"
Now look at the lyrics you really be saying on songs, that shit really never made since
Up till this day i still would'nt pay for a feature, i still would'nt give em a cent
Gunner and Sasha be carrying all of ya songs, they really be giving you hits
Like why was you squashing the beef with Jay Wood, look Naldi you really a bitch

Look Naldi you really a simp
Look Naldi you really a hoe
Look Naldi you really be holding dem guns, but Naldi was never out shootin that pole
Look Naldi you really can't rap
Look Naldi you all inna pack
Look Naldi you really not good at the music so really stop rapping that shit getting trash

Hey Naldi (Naldi Diss) - MariBandz

something wicked this way comes (better run)
cutting quick with lethal tongues
a sick and twisted love
victims of
afflicted ones with bigger guns (bigger guns)

the evil sleeps where rivers run
beneath the mud
deceitful peoples blood (blood)
seeps into able grips of fatal floods
im seeking nothing of

im inclined to beleive it
i was designed to achieve it
so blind that you dont fucking see it
im weaving in the meaning underneath it
i wont ever seek to speak your weakness
its discrete because i keep the fuckin secret

---

Fixated on what's unstated
Peddle your aggression now, Ill-fated 
tendencies leave a statement
Excuses come from blatant agents

---

ive walked through the valley
in the shadow of death
i thought you knew me then
but sadly ive got nothing left
theres no heart in my chest
ive felt the darkness progress
the machine is possessed
seen regardless of flesh

so im standing strong, in the face of this adversity
these damning thoughts, (hide) can erase me so unmercifully
these battles fought, will portray me so imperfectly
I embrace when they discourage me
the flaming gates of my eternity

---

Fixated on what's unstated
Peddle your aggression now, Ill-fated 
tendencies leave a statement
Excuses come from blatant agents

---

Oh you think it's over now
You better run (bigger guns)
You better hide
Hide
Hide
Never make a sound
One wrong move puts you in the clouds

Before the hunter comes from the floods
Hounds are out for blood
Blood
Blood

something wicked this way comes (better run)
cutting quick with lethal tongues
a sick and twisted love
victims of
afflicted ones with bigger guns (bigger guns)

the evil sleeps where rivers run
beneath the mud
deceitful peoples blood (blood)
seeps into able grips of fatal floods
im seeking nothing of

---

Fixated (nothing of) on what's unstated
Peddle your aggression now, Ill-fated (nothing of)
tendencies leave a statement
Excuses come from blatant agents (nothing of)

---

Oh you think it's over now
You better run (bigger guns)
You better hide
Hide
Hide
Never make a sound
One wrong move puts you in the clouds

ive walked through the valley
in the shadow of death (better run)
i thought you knew me then
but sadly ive got nothing left

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