[Intro: El Bandito]
Yo, check it out right
The day has finally come that Lil Neekz's balls decided to drop
Now I don't give a fuck what you said about me in ya little song or whatever
But what I do care about is what you said to my homie Sammaliz
If you're a fan of Lil Neekz, you're gonna want to hear this shit
Check out this little faggot!
*Sample of Lil Neekz playing*
[Verse 1: El Bandito]
Stick to bite lines that you can pronounce
Or tell ya ghostwriter, to write some better rhymes
For ya weak diss reply, Lil Neekz 'bout ta' die
Yet another time, reason why he keyboards online
A junkie ass nerd tryna type up some shit talk
Cus of the fact that he ain't rappin' shit at all
Got mad love for Canada, they also got sick bars
But this dude representing it really ain't shit y'all
E-thug faggot rapper tryna throw shots
At a computer screen, like I cut off his voice-box
I won't stop, I'll embarrass you further
After this, cross you off the list and call it a murder
He's trapped in a war zone, tryna get out
So he's trolling online cus he's scared of a fight
Bitch, get off that mic, you can't handle it right
Like short-fused dynamite already ignites
What's the one thing bigger than bullshit from his gossip'ry?
Hmm... Let me check, his ego, probably
Neekz claiming legend but that Leo is sloppy
He tried to hide the fact that he's a neo-nazi
Getting beaten and bodied, on a weekly basis
Lyrically I pushed him back to the stone ages
We all know you suck for the fact that you a racist
No choice left but to get a fucking facelift
You won't see him famous, not even a frontpage
Except "Body Bagged Illustrated" the next day...
His body organs just went missing from the morgue
Sold over e
Bay as food for carnivores
A fuckin' drama whore, try writing some more
500 bars later, hit you like a tidal bore
Neekz ain't needed anymore, he's gone with the fakes
He got a chromosome error, a born mistake
He's off on a frenzy, but I ain't talking 'bout his bars
Cus I struck the nerve center of his vaginal parts
His hormones raging like his menstrual cycle
Said he's coming to see me, he be dead on arrival
Snatch off his title: "Award-winning artist!?"
Bitch please, more like award-winning carcass
You been starving, only sold 4 hardcopy's
Some mixtape features, so don't get cocky
Run back to ya mommy, and tell her I dissed you
You won't get no sympathy, even if I killed you
Even if your funeral was paid for and sponsored
Even if I'm there and put the final nail in his coffin
You...
Suck...
Dick...
Period!
Yo, Omega!
What's your take on this?
[Beat switch]
[Verse 2: Realist Omega]
What's my take on this? I can't believe that Neekz is a racist bitch
Why do pieces of shit like him get made to exist?
Since you are a fraud, I denounce my statement that we have the same gift
On the 11th of Monday, I get my finished tracks while you reply with a lame diss
No hate trip for homosexuals, when I say this
The way you keep trolling Bandito, you probably don't even bang chicks
Spelling racism at Sammaliz, just proves that you're brainless
Re-spitting one of my lines on "My Town", and you think it's a hit
I know the real reason why you are afraid to place your face on a clit
You're pathetic like a hoe and a miniskirt in a blizzard on a hunt to take some dick
You spat on ill beats but you suck, hang it up, you fucking skinhead
I was like the rest of your listeners, I used to be mislead
Your career is over bitch, better work a normal job to get bread
You hate blacks but rap, I can't believe what this bitch said
Better change your job line in music cuz Bandito killed you
And when "Make Em Listen" drops, I'll show the world the real you
Bandito didn't need to do so many bars, he sonned you in a interlude
And if you get locked up again, you'll become prison food
I'm not worthy of a diss track? I murked you on "Omega's Vengeance"
And the song "Make Em Listen", You'll be the answer to a trivial question
What wack wannabe is Omega dissin?
To my listeners, give Bandito's mixtape a listen
And you'll wanna fuck up Neekz in less than 8 minutes
Be real for once, you are not as ill as me
I know about you living with ya folks and now you left the nest on disability
And you'll probably O.D when the world turns it's attention on me
And lyrically my homie amputated your nuts on the guillotine
You hate that you're the victim of this killing spree
In the end, you'll be wishing that we didn't beef
And if I catch you in person you will be missing teeth
Talking shit about me on Instagram after you blocked me
I'm not a Biggie wannabe, you wanna be me, but you're a half ass copy
Music is my destiny, ya lame ass damn sure can't stop me
How the fuck can I get murked on the mic by a damn nazi?
When you die one day, I'll take a trip to Canada to piss on yo head
So nobody would give a fuck about you when you dead and gone
You over 25 with "Lil" in your name, you overhype your self
The union of you when the mic needs to be left alone
You speak on guns in your lyrics but dicks are the only heads that you blown
And it's probably true in order for you to get yo wack records sold
"I did the most features on that mixtape" Who gives a fuck?
Is it Neekz or Nick? I don't care, both of them suck
This is a war you can't win so just give it up
Blocking me on social media means you tucked in your nuts
You been a pussy, drug addicted bitch crying for attention
I know why I stand on racism, you're a troll with your spine missing
My last names Omega, so when you see me rollin' with Bandito
In your mind, you're saying: "Damn, I'm finished!"
Now go home to your momma, start whine and bitchin
And keep my homie Big Thoughts outta this, tryna slander Bandito's name
When this get's out, people will be like me, not looking at Neekz the same
Liking his own post on Instagram, I see that shit as lame
Yo, check it out right
The day has finally come that Lil Neekz's balls decided to drop
Now I don't give a fuck what you said about me in ya little song or whatever
But what I do care about is what you said to my homie Sammaliz
If you're a fan of Lil Neekz, you're gonna want to hear this shit
Check out this little faggot!
*Sample of Lil Neekz playing*
[Verse 1: El Bandito]
Stick to bite lines that you can pronounce
Or tell ya ghostwriter, to write some better rhymes
For ya weak diss reply, Lil Neekz 'bout ta' die
Yet another time, reason why he keyboards online
A junkie ass nerd tryna type up some shit talk
Cus of the fact that he ain't rappin' shit at all
Got mad love for Canada, they also got sick bars
But this dude representing it really ain't shit y'all
E-thug faggot rapper tryna throw shots
At a computer screen, like I cut off his voice-box
I won't stop, I'll embarrass you further
After this, cross you off the list and call it a murder
He's trapped in a war zone, tryna get out
So he's trolling online cus he's scared of a fight
Bitch, get off that mic, you can't handle it right
Like short-fused dynamite already ignites
What's the one thing bigger than bullshit from his gossip'ry?
Hmm... Let me check, his ego, probably
Neekz claiming legend but that Leo is sloppy
He tried to hide the fact that he's a neo-nazi
Getting beaten and bodied, on a weekly basis
Lyrically I pushed him back to the stone ages
We all know you suck for the fact that you a racist
No choice left but to get a fucking facelift
You won't see him famous, not even a frontpage
Except "Body Bagged Illustrated" the next day...
His body organs just went missing from the morgue
Sold over e
Bay as food for carnivores
A fuckin' drama whore, try writing some more
500 bars later, hit you like a tidal bore
Neekz ain't needed anymore, he's gone with the fakes
He got a chromosome error, a born mistake
He's off on a frenzy, but I ain't talking 'bout his bars
Cus I struck the nerve center of his vaginal parts
His hormones raging like his menstrual cycle
Said he's coming to see me, he be dead on arrival
Snatch off his title: "Award-winning artist!?"
Bitch please, more like award-winning carcass
You been starving, only sold 4 hardcopy's
Some mixtape features, so don't get cocky
Run back to ya mommy, and tell her I dissed you
You won't get no sympathy, even if I killed you
Even if your funeral was paid for and sponsored
Even if I'm there and put the final nail in his coffin
You...
Suck...
Dick...
Period!
Yo, Omega!
What's your take on this?
[Beat switch]
[Verse 2: Realist Omega]
What's my take on this? I can't believe that Neekz is a racist bitch
Why do pieces of shit like him get made to exist?
Since you are a fraud, I denounce my statement that we have the same gift
On the 11th of Monday, I get my finished tracks while you reply with a lame diss
No hate trip for homosexuals, when I say this
The way you keep trolling Bandito, you probably don't even bang chicks
Spelling racism at Sammaliz, just proves that you're brainless
Re-spitting one of my lines on "My Town", and you think it's a hit
I know the real reason why you are afraid to place your face on a clit
You're pathetic like a hoe and a miniskirt in a blizzard on a hunt to take some dick
You spat on ill beats but you suck, hang it up, you fucking skinhead
I was like the rest of your listeners, I used to be mislead
Your career is over bitch, better work a normal job to get bread
You hate blacks but rap, I can't believe what this bitch said
Better change your job line in music cuz Bandito killed you
And when "Make Em Listen" drops, I'll show the world the real you
Bandito didn't need to do so many bars, he sonned you in a interlude
And if you get locked up again, you'll become prison food
I'm not worthy of a diss track? I murked you on "Omega's Vengeance"
And the song "Make Em Listen", You'll be the answer to a trivial question
What wack wannabe is Omega dissin?
To my listeners, give Bandito's mixtape a listen
And you'll wanna fuck up Neekz in less than 8 minutes
Be real for once, you are not as ill as me
I know about you living with ya folks and now you left the nest on disability
And you'll probably O.D when the world turns it's attention on me
And lyrically my homie amputated your nuts on the guillotine
You hate that you're the victim of this killing spree
In the end, you'll be wishing that we didn't beef
And if I catch you in person you will be missing teeth
Talking shit about me on Instagram after you blocked me
I'm not a Biggie wannabe, you wanna be me, but you're a half ass copy
Music is my destiny, ya lame ass damn sure can't stop me
How the fuck can I get murked on the mic by a damn nazi?
When you die one day, I'll take a trip to Canada to piss on yo head
So nobody would give a fuck about you when you dead and gone
You over 25 with "Lil" in your name, you overhype your self
The union of you when the mic needs to be left alone
You speak on guns in your lyrics but dicks are the only heads that you blown
And it's probably true in order for you to get yo wack records sold
"I did the most features on that mixtape" Who gives a fuck?
Is it Neekz or Nick? I don't care, both of them suck
This is a war you can't win so just give it up
Blocking me on social media means you tucked in your nuts
You been a pussy, drug addicted bitch crying for attention
I know why I stand on racism, you're a troll with your spine missing
My last names Omega, so when you see me rollin' with Bandito
In your mind, you're saying: "Damn, I'm finished!"
Now go home to your momma, start whine and bitchin
And keep my homie Big Thoughts outta this, tryna slander Bandito's name
When this get's out, people will be like me, not looking at Neekz the same
Liking his own post on Instagram, I see that shit as lame
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