Well i’ve cracked and it’s the ghost from the shell

Cursing my enemies hoping they can go to hell

You married to the game bitch, i pierced the veil

Everyone knows my name, finally in the rap game

But now that i rap, they can finally see my face!

Cuz before i was hidden, thank the graff game!

Eventually you'll know my fame

You think you hot shit?

You ain’t nothin but a little bitch

You tryna get in my lane, you better make shift

Shape switch, not mean to females, but you're a bitch and you need a facelift

Cuz i’m headed to the top and nobody gonna change this

You from the hood? bitch you from canada

Calm down don’t pull a fake drake, you make it in la, so i ain’t mad at ya

Brooklyn to compton? bitch you took that fab

If i were him, i’d ask for it back

Bitch you horrible, an abomination to my country, please go back

Young hoes like you the reason why the rap game lags

And i’m still payin dues so i don’t cut you any slack?

I’m psychotic? i like to the tell the truth in my music so i just think i’m honest

Don’t be so proud to be a last queen

Cuz we all know you’re really just a ho for the team?

Now what the fuck does schwag mean?

You must be fucked up bitch, lay off the lean

I wish i met you face to face

So i can body you, leave your body in the lake

Make ya partna nervous, all he does is shake

I’ll another round, how many L’s will you take?

I ain’t about subliminal dissin

In fact i bet ya crew will become my bitches

They can’t take the heat in the kitchen

So i made em do my dishes

This is that L dot A dot west coast style

They say they haven’t heard em like me in a while

Take back drake, justin beiber, nickleback, fuck canada bitch, you’re all fake

[Verse Two]

It’s the elephant in the room

Been fuckin crazy since the womb

Here to denounce sexism

Because not every girl has to be a sex symbol

You wanna battle, come on bitch, handle

But i’ve been used to competition, remember i’m a vandal!

Lyrically embody my enemies

Those so-called old friends, but you never a friend of me

So bye bye our friendship, this is the end you see

Whining on social networks, but i don’t give a fuck

Shoulda remembered that when you forgot to keep ya mouth shut

Now we on our way to the horspical in the corsica

Trying to make me feel remorse, actin like simp son, like jessica

You think you badass cuz you rap fast

But i run this shit like a nomad with the rap cats takin notes in they notepads

You’ll need a pad too once i’m done with you

Bleeding from the mouth, and she lost a tooth

Didn’t i tell you i was crazy?

Got anger issues that my dad happen to gave me

Acting shady since i was a little baby!

Talkin shit and punch a bitch, but i know that’s not like a lady

So here’s my middle finger in your face again

Rappin so quick like Mediterranean sand

-one like the la girl with the spray cans

[KayAre]

Get down to the nitty gritty

While my rhymes and schemes so witty

Thinkin you could get places, because you think ya pretty

Unlike you, i don’t need to coke

To destroy a bassline

You can deny all you want, but you still got bugged eyes

I don’t respect no bitch tryna get fame with a sex tape

Especially when she moanin soundin like an ape

Think you hot shit, cuz you met a couple of goons

That ain’t shit cuz you still sound like buffoon

Think you hot shit, cuz of a couple of dj’s you’ve hit

Hittin someone who’s defenseless, i call that a bitch

Better change that attitude, make a 360 switch

Bomb the atom goin faster than a baby bein born

Now i’m so pissed that i gotta take a piss and its comin out faster than a pistol

And it’s cruising down like santa ana does bristol

[Verse Three: Anonymousone]

I wiped my ass with your mixtape cuz it was so shitty

So i’m a girl and said that, not very pretty

But grimey and gritty

And there’s not many females like me, it hit me

There’s some people i don’t really trust

If i offend you, i don’t give a WHAT!

Like a hardcore kid who’s never listened to punk rock

Or someone who don’t know this instrumental but claim to love hip-hop

Took the punk rock line from roger miret

If you don’t know who that is, be embarrassed

All you wack kids, actin agnostic, you’re a front

Take off the wu-tang shirt if you don’t know more than c.r.e.a.m

I’m sure the music fiends all know what i mean

I’m at old town pasadena, where the grass is greener

Eating cheesecake on fair oaks and colorado

Bumpin my shit down the street in a chevy silvarado

Destroyed the first thru third verse

Evil on the track, i call it curse words

Play it on the radio, that’d be my consequence, disperse!

Searchin in my purse for a streak to hit the streets

If you got a problem, let’s solve it, see me

Now how many mc’s must get dissed?

Look at the lyrics, “bringing back hip-hop" but they sound like shit

Stop saying underground, you’re independent, go ‘head get pissed, end of the song, peace out dismissed