🎵 The Nail // by Scru Face Jean

4 ContributorsThe Nail Lyrics [Intro] Aw man Listen I put one more round in the chamber, and that’s it Buddy got an obsession with me, and that’s it I give you one more, how’s this? Hahaha Face Aw man Wonder how they’re gon’ try to flip it Look, look [Verse 1] Listen class, I’d like to introduce Ryan Please don’t fight him, he just wants everyone to like him You brought my fam into it, so now you gon’ die baby You look inbred, dickhead, now you get Slime Shady 911, can I please get a receptionist please? I think this country singer done got an obsession with me I know he cries ‘cause deep inside he’s just a hell of a dweeb And actually rappin’ like he still in the development league Stupid bitch, you just mad that I roasted you, country toasted you There’s so much fucking hoe in you, this time I almost ghosted you First time your bias ain’t work, so you got emotional You falling off, it’s so fun watching the walls close on you Even your own fans was tellin’ me I was smoking you “Church you gon' get him next verse” Bitch they was coaching you, niggas was roasting you ‘Cause you ain’t doin’ what you supposed to do And then I got a call from somebody who was close to you They was exposing you, oh no, we don’t really know this dude So let me give yo ass a few lessons how you supposed to move Don’t start rappin’, fail, then be a gimmick Turn to a comedian, switch your image, then get to singing Be insecure and start trippin’, start moanin’, whinin’ and bitchin’ Every time someone’s a critic and say that they didn’t feel him And don’t do fucked up business ‘cause that’s gon’ cost you And start fighting me ‘cause you tired of fighting lawsuits I know that haunts you, but homie you know that I warned you Fans tried to swarm, it ain’t work ‘cause I disarmed you Bitch, what you want, another mill off me? Like I ain’t monetize mine, bitch I’m still gon’ eat But real talk, I got a question, keep it real on me How the fuck you drop the beat, and you was still off beat Like god damn, how wack can you actually be? Bruise his whole body, yeah, now he blacker than me “A dope rapper, he’s more blacker”, you keep actin’ these things ‘Cause I think you’re scared of the Ryan that you actually be Finally, no booty talk, but the L’s I give you ‘Cause you couldn’t resist the talkin’ about male nipples Ryan like, “The brain washing ain’t gon’ work in this match? Fuck that, I’m gonna die, you mean I actually gotta rap?” Hell yeah, you dumb bitch, ‘cause you done finally met your match And a fanbase you can’t sway, that’s been ready for the attack Matter of fact, you say I’m using you to clout to the top But seem to only fucking diss me when an album done dropped Little twat, you don’t really know the things that I’m aware of Like how you duckin’ people in yo city that you scared of I’m here to, tell you we don’t listen to them silly hoes That try to spam you a win and suckin’ dick in every video Like really though, you can sway the word of some But they just scurred that yo fanbase would turn on them Sound real loyal, you act like a kid that was real spoiled When momma said “No”, then yo blood, it will boil So listen, Ryan, no, you ain’t nice as me, dummy They don’t like your rap skill, they like you ‘cause they think you funny Niggas only pump yo shit because it’s makin’ them they money ‘Cause your insecure ass needs acceptance from everybody And you’re not – goin’ – off – when you – rap – like – this Whoever, told you that shit was prolly coked than a bitch You said you was supposed to kill me when we opened this shit Four songs later, nope, still growing and shit Lets... Get propper, the big yoppa or 6 shotta [Verse 2] They might think you God, so I shot your hands in a stigmata Let’s get honest, he self conscious ‘bout his product And that’s why he the most insecure one in his genere He may decieive you, he’s snaking people, they been caught ’em I may be evil, but maybe here to be his karma You made a sequel to make it equal, that shit cost ya Need Shaq to coach ‘cause we in the post and I’m Ben Wallace Didn’t know you Goku, so he approach you like shit talkers Until I go blue, this super saiyan gon’ shit on him Then I piss on him, I rip on him, then spit on him We ain’t seen a guy this big die since Chris Wallace If this conflict is judged on rap, then there’s really no way to cap And you actually have to snap, then yo stats is just that... stats But on a track, they can never save yo ass from the fact that you getting’ smashed So, you good at country my nigga, keep flippin’ that Some people will hear your raps and just actually think you’re trash I promise the world ain’t over, be a soldier and just relax ‘Cause you’ll never actually win until you accept that [Verse 3] Respect that, and please don’t meddle with Scru It blows my mind that you can’t find something better to do I know he nervous, when he heard this bet he red as a fool You say you’ve done a lot of things? But what’s that getting’ for you? ‘Cause if them Billboard hits, the fans and the nics whips Really ever meant shit, you wouldn’t care what I do You called me Ja Rule, not true, no this might be more... Like Slime Shady catching a body on Whitey Ford He’s stressin’ because his flexing’s his only weapon And he feel his grip is slippin’, since niggas done got objective He cryin’ in comment sections, explaining like we ain’t get it And his cheerleading section’s the only one that protect him I hope, he learned a lesson, now he knows the truth A growing number of people choosin’ honesty over views And the community is starting to point out, his little crew Who gon’, say that he won before they, click it and view Listen dude, not everyone is as stupid you Type to think if you scream louder then your fucking point is proved Fucking goof, what up, Church, havin’ some money problems? A loyal fan, you robbed ’em, asked for pay and you played possum Then threw a hissy fit when he publicly started talkin’ How ironic, guess you’ve been stealin’ ever since you started Damn [Outro] Damn, damn, damn… Look, I don’t know if you’re upset because I don’t think you’re that good of a rapper But guess what, in Hip-Hop, you can’t bully or force people into thinking that you’re dope We judge it by the music pimp, and yours just isn’t my cup of tea Now clearly you do got fans of your rap music But the only way you gon’ truly turn me into a fan Is make a rap song I like These diss tracks is cute and stuff, but… At this point, if you got 5 songs about one person (Sigh) I can’t bring myself to do that bro, you’re not that important to me, I’m sorry And I shouldn’t be that important to you But I love you, keep it real Face