Letra de ' Church’s Coffin (Upchurch Diss) ' de Adam Calhoun

When that Adderall kicks in it's terrific, shit's delicious, teeth go missing, eyes look different
Look at Ryan, he's a perfect picture of addiction, I'm conflicted
Minutes turn to hours, this little coward butt naked in the shower
Talk about this and Tom McDonald, why you trippin'? Ayy
Everybody gave you all your flowers, your flowers, your flowers

Guess it ain't enough, now you wanna take hours
Bitch you fake as fuck, you can slide to your followers
And they accept it, acknowledge it, act like God said it, bunch of yes men
Try to fucking put me in the box, bitch, we ain't playing Tetris
When it comes to the rap shit, you ain't on no best list
You don't wanna fight, you this type with mad fingers
Must suck to be a shitty rapper, and a bad singer
Boy you sweat just talking, out of breath just walking
Lord forgive me, I'm about to put a church in a coffin

Say what you say, hoe, I'ma take it farther
Say you hate Canadians, but love Nicole Arbor
Say you hate your mother, you can't stand your father
I guess that's a whole lotta life mixed with karma
Your lifeline to keep you alive is Big Pharma, you know Adderall
Your last album belly flop, all I do is cannonball
Letter boy, fucking dork, Dragon Ball
I can smell the bullshit, I'm a fucking matador

Wobble like a cripple man, body like Michelin, titties like a bitch
Probably suck dick, Olympian
Ryan type of dude to be gay and not say shit
Turn around and make fun of you for the same shit
Heart starts racing, then he starts painting, pacing in the basement
Talk about spaceships, I'ma keep it a brick, freemason

Ryan type of dude to say fuck you, and then write a statement
You been bread crumbing, you been said something
You turn your back on your friends like the feds coming
You holler at boys, that's how you make a living

Creek squad cool, but I'm more like a river
Shit moves quicker and got bigger fish
And the creek's just water on the side of a ditch
Your followers are lost, just a bunch of blind kids
And you ain't got no heart, that's a sign of a bitch
Fat kid, body look like a bag of shit
Did a backflip and landed on a bag of dicks

Apple iPhone, only place that you exist
And this shit all started 'cause you said I made a diss
How's it feel to be hated and alone?
When I'm done you'll be broke down, like all them trucks you own
I was really there for you, loved you like a brother
Guess I shouldn't be surprised, look how you treat your mother

I know you can't run, plus you're stuck with some flat tires
You been baptized, holy water splashed on
Open up your black eyes, better start to act right
Or leave this bitch flatlined, wonder what your cap size

Behind security and a gate, talkin' crazy to your fuckin' phone
Hey, you pussy, come talk to me crazy in my face, huh
I even tried to write this diss track, it took me, yawn
I'm going to bed—I just wrote this before I went to bed
Yeah, you can tell, half your shit don't even fuckin' rhyme
Little bitch