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noah renaissance diss track - brian tefft lyrics

[nate]
welcome back to new sensation news room special report
it is me, your host, johnny b. cummings
and today, we have a special, special report
a dead body has been discovered on university of oklahoma campus
with more details on the case, lets go to our on*scene reporter, brian tefft

hi there* thanks mr. cummings
yeah i’m right here on ou norman campus
and i’m here to investigate what*
who we believe to be noah renaissancе’s death
right here is somеone who was really close to him in life
name: cameron d*ckey
now cameron can you please describe this noah renaissance feller to us?

why of course i can!
uh, he was so nice, and sad, and lonely
didn’t have any friends except for zayen
but what i think is he had a really sad life* really desperate
probably just offed himself
i mean that’s what i would do if i was in his position

me agreed
if i was in his position i would just
jump off the top of g*ylord memorial stadium
yeah i mean it’s just so sad
we went to prom together
but like, it was more of a sympathy than anything *like
does he really even have a cha* he has a chance with me?
have you seen his t**th?

i agree
and that wraps up our special report
now i’m just getting word that we got live video of the murder
so, live on national television
we’re gonna* show this murder of this young boy
everyone, here we go

[brian]
yuh, ay
noah renaissance got kicked off the track
got tiny f*cking ears so he can’t mix cr*p
album wasn’t good so we called it a wrap
dressed up like a girl so he’s basically a trap (trap)

yeah i know that you use ableton
but are you even able, son?
sh*tty lofi samples
make the music sound like hot cross buns

always on tiktok like the ok boomer girl
make me wanna hurl
like drinking milk that’s curdled
like you have a neurological disease
brain filled with cheese
you’re a joke, you make me wheeze
maybe you should suck on these
give my nads a squeeze
[nate]
ay
this mans nads needs the squeeze
this uh*oh stinky
mothaf*cka noah need some febreze
you want some b*tch i’ll give it for free
but only after you come over here and get down on your knees

imma go in on this noah
he is no yoda
cause he is so dumb
he looks like my scr*t*m, yuh

this fool always censors me
keeps us from being saucy like chef boyardee
he won’t like me say frick, shoot, darn or d*mn (what the f*ck)
his beats all sound the same, call it musical spam

so this one goes out to the new sensation nation
who always wonder why our hits never make it to the radio stations
cause noah always puts in too many d*mn artistic regulations
so go get him, i’ve already prepared and studied riot control operations, yuh

his eyebrows look like that of the logo of adidas (‘didas)
his verses are spotty i call ’em cheetahs (cheetahs)
he’s the kinda guy that blacks out from one margarita (‘rita)
or gets a boney just from seeing a senorita (‘ita)
his head is filled with more air than a lays bag
there is a reason that he nevers sh*gs
on new sensation (i’ll say it *straight up) he’s such a drag
for instance when we need to zig
this mothaf*cka always zags

i’m about about to turn noah renaissance into noah dark age
im sick on the mic, (cough, cough) i’m spitting the plague
about to set the stage
for aforementioned boney to explode cause it pops from all his rage (yuh)
i’m tired of keeping my grievances for this acquaintance of mine, bottled up in an internal, metaphorical cage
he writes like his brain is in the developmental stage (woo woo woo)
he ain’t wearing any heat, his body look like an ice age
we ended his career tonight, this right here is the final page

i wanna f*ck b*tches
leave noah in stitches
start digging your grave
or we’ll leave you in ditches

your only saving grace is you got rid of that sh*ggy ass haircut
but then again you did sell your soul to pizza hut
turning yourself into a pizza “sl*t”
with big pizzas ‘pepperoni’ all the way up your b*tt
you don’t even know about the brooklyn style thin(ny) crust (mama mia)
this is why in dominoes i trust (amen)
i’m pretty sure your parmesan cheese is actually saw dust
ugh just thinking of pizza hut gives me disgust (ew, yuck!)

if new sensation were states, you’d be ohio
f*cking weeaboo probably wants to go move to hokkaido
but then again what is it that i know? (i dunno)
except went he went to norman and we all said bye*o (bye*o)
no one felt even a little bit sad
if anything we all just felt collectively glad (yay)
have fun getting an undergrad
at a school whose only stans are deadbeat dads (yee, oof, oof)

makes me believe you are what you eat
cause noah’s d*mn dog sh*t
no guys, i’m serious this isn’t a bit
he likes the textures
and he eats when hes sober, not even lit
oh side note: look at his t**th, worse than even those of the brits

noah can sing in the same way i can look stuff up on bing
lil d*cky just called* she says he has a tiny little thing
tip looks like the head of toad
i guess that’s why we call him mr. chode

i wanna f*ck b*tches
leave noah in stitches
start digging your grave
or you’ll be lying in ditches

(i wanna f*ck b*tches)
i said
(leave noah in stitches)
i want to
(start digging your grave)
f*ck b*tches
(or you’ll be lying in ditches)
leave noah in stitches
(i wanna f*ck b*tches)
start digging
(leave noah in stitches)
your grave
(start digging your grave)
or we’ll leave you in ditches
(or you’ll be lying in ditches)

now
i don’t feel like i should have the need to repeat myself (no)
did i stutter? (no you didn’t, no sir, no sir, no you didn’t)
i said i wana*wanrfur*fu*fu*fu*fu*fu*f*ck (yeah, no sir, no sir)
le*le*leave noah in st*st*st*stitches (yeah, stitches?, yes sir)
start digging your gray*ve (okay, grave, okay, yes sir)
or we’ll leave you in d*d*d*d*d*dishes (d*dig that grave?, you didn’t stutter, yeah, no sir)
did i stutter mothaf*cka? (no you didn’t, no you didn’t sir, sir!, no, no sir!)
no i did not f*ckin’ stutter (no sir!, no sir!, no sir!, no sir!, no sir!)
b*tch ass lookin’

[mark]
open your eyes because you’re not this bad
in actuality, i believe you’re kind of a chad
noah steven mitts, you’ve won the battle of the wits
forget all that they’ve said, because they are the pits (hey!)

guys i think you are being a little hard on little noahy baybee (noahey baybee, waaaaa)
do i disagree, yes, well maybe
the only issue with this track is it’s lack of real emcees
so step aside and let me give him his dose of vitamin c (see deez nuts)

oh and by the way, all that mushy ooey gooey stuff i’ve been saying about you?
here, lemme tell you a little secret:
i’m just kidding, you know why?
cause you’re trash

greasy glizzy globlins always typing up a storm
gets triggered cause i’m playing video games he can’t afford (cha*ching)
joins the voice chat all i hear is bmmbmmmbmmbmbm
when he shoots his shot
yeah he shoots it like he’s harrison ford

he’s got an sti but he hasn’t done it: i’ve checked
it’s because of the “brand new” subaru wrx
pullin out the python 2 you about to get wrecked
i’ve never missed a shot call me “dude perfect” (perfect)

noah thinks he’s a playboy
but he’s more like a soyboy (oof)
the loser ship is pulling up
he’s the captain, ahoy!

noah renaissance on the hecking beat
go shut up kid! go take a hecking seat
being as bad as you must be a h*h*hecking feat
it’s about time you submit to da hecking feet

he can’t bringyoreoback
he’s coughing like a hack
can’t produce like zach
can’t make pizza like shaq

noah though he was a pimp but turns out he a simp
chasing after sirens leaving him with a frickin’ limp
fine dining ramen noodles with the flavor shrimp
can’t pay for photoshop so all he uses is gimp

i haven’t said a single cap (no cap)
diss so simple it’s boring i might take a nap
but i stay awake because i’m on a beat that slaps
now that noah’s gone, we’re rid of the handicap (oooohh)

i wanna have riches (b*b*b*tches)
leave noah in stitches (st*st*stitches)
start digging your grave (b*b*b*tches)
or we’ll leave you in ditches (st*st*stitches)

i wanna have riches (i wanna f*ck b*tches)
leave noah in stitches (leave noah in stitches)
start digging your grave (start digging your grave)
or we’ll leave you in ditches (or we’ll leave you in ditches)

i wanna have riches (b*b*b*tches)
leave noah in stitches (st*st*stitches)
start digging your grave (b*b*b*tches)
or we’ll leave you in ditches (st*st*stitches)

- brian tefft lyrics

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