Goulish (Pusha T Diss)

And now with the following collection of ghoulish sounds

Fuck Pusha T and anybody that love him
His head up his ass, I'mma have to head-butt him
Gut him, Lil Tunechi shit, weak stomach
It's me, LT, like when you heat butter
Old pussy in a can, red is the flag
Fuck with me wrong I'll put your head in your hands
There'd be blood everywhere, I got Bloods everywhere
I'm a alien, I hope you ain't the Prince of Bel Air
That's real nigga talk, these niggas speechless
Cut off his arm and leg like I charge for my features
Hammer on my side like I work in construction
Your bitch hit that head so hard we get concussions
Niggas can't see me, not even a glimpse
Too many banana clips, I feel like chimps
South Beach bitch and her tan line stupid
You could find me on Collins like Bootsy
I ain't on no fuck shit, I be on that Truk Fit
Your girl do tongue tricks and you sweeter than one-six
All I ever see is Ben Franklin face
I chase the bank, I don't bank with Chase
You fucking with some niggas that'll murk y'all
Nigga you softer than a motherfucking Nerf ball
Bird call, brr, what happened to that boy?
He was talking shit, we put a clap into that boy
Tunechi!