[Verse 1: Married To The Game]

These are my fucking raps, made with my blood, sweat, and tears

You send your little lackeys to fight your battles because you fear

Us, we're unstoppable beasts, go back to raping ALLCAPS

Already ended his career, been there and done that

I was sent here to kill to protect my brethren

And now that I'm here, you've already lost sooner than

Anyone in your posse, and they're all trash too

It must be why those fuckers are family to you

Exactly like 50, I told you not to push me

But you did, so now you 'bout to face the wrath of my team

You claim you're a chef, but your food gives us diseases

Your bars are cancerous, you must copy them from a notepad from Canibus

I'm Jack the Ripper while you're Rip The Jacker

You jack off to ALLCAPS, get the hell outta here, cracker

You live off your parent's smackers yet you call yourself a street rapper

I came from a poor environment, while you used your parents millions, you slacker

Tryna be a lyrical miracle when you aren’t a worthy individual

Time for the rest of our team to pull the plug on your career

Your health condition's critical

[Verse 2: Tha Hip Hop Head]

Yo, messing with the Assassin is a grave mistake

Team Shaolin will be howlin' when I graze your face

With the razor blade, in my mouth you leave great distaste

It's hard to not retaliate when you're married to the game

Rapping with MarriedToTheGame, making you wish you're sorry

You diss them, I diss you, you're outdated like '84 Atari

I slam ALLCAPS skullcap into the hood of a torn 'Rari

Then sit back, grip gats, and smoke green like parsley

Young Toronto, don't think I forgot about you

Nothing but love, my brother, let the message seep through

I creep through the hood, a shot hit where I stood

But I brushed it off, then thought about signing to G.O.O.D

I'll hit you from the West, then run off to the East

My name isn't Terrence, but I push a ton of keys

I'm more fine then Desiigner, I expose your whole steeze

Then I sit in Bahamas, feeling a nice gold breeze

[Verse 3: JC Assassin]

This is facts, ALLCAPS a racist

Real facts, Shaolin a rapist

They whole team in our basis but they rhymes too abrasive

Disappear without a trace, Shaolin, stay in your place

I been running to the home plate

Niggas couldn't make it to first base

Tell ALLCAPS keep it lowercase

Fucking poker face look like Norman Bates

You gonna need a tabernacle, slave runners free from the shackles

Aight, this really a battle, we been dropping y'all fragile

Nina chopping back when I wasn't popping

Young TO drop now, everybody dropping

Rappers double-crossing, put them in a coffin

Do it really often, Shaolin forgotten

Fuck the score, ALLCAPS a goblin

I'm a fucking problem, got the team sobbing

Got his head throbbing, this is uncommon

I'm a devil falling from a Guetamalan

ALLCAPS acting really suspect, they be upset 'til the sunset

So we protest, rappers unkept, took one sec and I intercept

Yeah, we accepted, all elected, y'all regret it

We impressive, disconnected, y'all skeptic

Really tempted to get my flows perfected

So deceptive, demented, your flow molested

Target detected, disrespected, just recgonize

Unidentified, alien rhymes getting specialized