RIP Kevin Finney 2

Name like a dick so you know you getting fucked
Like Tupac I'ma have to go and hit him up
On the internet you acting real tough
Had enough of the shit I'm calling yo bluff
On the gram tryna flex up with a gun
Put the shit down you ain't finna pop none
Went from three beats for fun
Right back to the one
Finney you my bitch you my son
Run
Sick of Kevin Finney yeah I know
Have yet to meet a worthy rival
Best in the west is my title
I put that shit on Michael
Fucking SoundCloud rapper
Fucking closet rapper
Fucking think you could beat me you must have it backwards
How's it feel to get dissed on every platform
I get paid to kill this failed drug dealer actor
Everybody knows I already pissed on your grave
I'm a resurrect you kill you again and get paid
Still with the talking even though you got flamed
Little crybaby bitch don't speak on my name
You keep on telling me I'm gonna get jumped
Like I ain't got my own friends I could call up
Run up on you while you chilling in the cut
Stomp you out and give you an ugly ass girl my nut
You deleted your account of over thirty plus tracks
Over my six minutes yeah yeah your shits wack
Finney the fake trying so hard to be black
I'm putting great value G-Eazy in the body bag
Dissed again dissed again
Shaft with a hit again
Honestly dawg get the fuck out of Michigan
Imma have to beat you with some of this discipline
Fuck arent you getting you better start listenin
Nobody fucks with you in the whole mitten
This includes Jackson Detroit and Muskegon
And Newaygo County in the motherfucking building
Grand Rapids Lansing how the hell ya feeling
Any fanbase you think you got I'm stealing
The end of Kevin Finney yeah that's what I'm preaching
But wait though the fuck wrong with your chin
Finney got herpes he is contracting
Ask your girlfriend about the nudes she was sending to Mac
Heard that shit is nasty and that is a fact
Why are you bitching about all of my tracks
Freestyles or writtens all your shit is trash
I could beat you anywhere any day
What you say
Mothafucka I ain't ever been afraid
You really bout to make me pull rank
But hit me up when your wack ass freestyle hits 16k
Obsessed with me
Constantly texting me
Since day one bitch it's been rest in peace
You think you better than me
Pull up we'll see
Don't worry bitch I'll kill you for free
My one song got more views and all yours combined
More than you'll ever see in a lifetime
No more disses on you these my last rhymes
Nail in the coffin I'm hitting my prime
You could die tomorrow nobody would care
Local king of this shit no way to compare
Honestly finney we will never be square
But I can see how you think this is unfair
But wait don't slit your wrists
I'll Grant you two of the things that you wish
I'll write you a diss
And I'll give you a lift
To the studio maybe you'll choke or maybe you'll blow
Or maybe you'll see me and you'll beat my ass
Maybe you'll rob me for all my cash
Maybe they'll find me in a bloodbath
Maybe you'll be the one to get the last laugh
Nah see I'm playing you stuck in the past
You hitting me up and you getting all mad
A five minute diss track with only two jabs
Come on finney you even knew that was trash
I'm three and O no way to beat me
Victory lap while I'm Rock in this threepeat
Grow up you are just attention-seeking
To stay relevant you know you need me
Just take the L admit that you lost dude
Blood can be spilled if that's what it comes to
Never could you ever fill in my shoes
Go ahead name one person I lost to
Raising your voice like you finna do something
With all that shit talking man you can't just do nothing
I get messages from your sister your ex and your cousin
That you just stay bluffin
You don't want this so just shut your mouth
Looking stupid out here chasing clout
You just an opp that can get sorted out
If I wanted to pay a certain amount
But nah I'd rather throw hands like a man
But you a little stan that would never understand
See I got a plan while you stay a sham
You just a fan promoting my brand
Calling me the bitch but you the puto pendejo
Your girlfriend a real hoe
Like don't talk to me
I got people hitting me up and they asking me where is the line in this beef jeez
I do not want to see you in the streets
Goat in the making you can't fuck with me
All of your homies they a bitch a piece
I mentioned you all now you pay the fee
Dawg you were lucky I was this nice
More white chalk lines coming right through the mic
Damn Jesus Christ
What a fucking sight
A bark actually equivalent to a bite
You are my bitch your my example
Of how I can lyrically strangle
Anyone who wants to gamble
Trying to take me off of the mantle
I'm such a handful
But here is something that I know you'll need 1-800-273-8255
There you go finney it's the suicide prevention life line