Cut the strings off a puppet and hold him up for all to see

Lets tell the fans what you started and make a peasant fall to knees

Honestly, you sound the same on every song, what happened G?

Go back to making beats or learn to sell a fuckin' lease

A center piece of the scene

You're fuckin' twenty so please

Get a job and drop the act and maybe snag a degree

Don't start a war that you can't finish

Talkin' big but you're so timid

So don't tell us to run up

If you cannot state an opinion

I put this shit in my skin

You took a shit on your friends

A wannabe since the beginning

Your careers in the bin

Go back to suckin' dicks

And get your bitch out my DM's

I'm feeling sick of all this shit

I'll make a mother fucker cave in

Aye man how we do this without fake men?

Ever since you left, we been great man

Blade open your chest and let it cave in

Hold it on the fire then we burn the mark on satan

[Hook: Misfit]

How you talk that talk?

You ain't even got a Glock

[redacted] on the block?

Nah [redacted] making songs

Like a puppet all you do is what they want

Like a puppet all you do is what they want

How you talk that talk?

You ain't even got a Glock

[redacted] on the block?

Nah [redacted] making songs

Like a puppet all you do is what they want

Like a puppet all you do is what they want

[Verse 2: blckbrd]

Fuck a five foot four

Discount store Sonny Moore

Screaming bloody murder

These formers are tryna start a war

Shitty horror core

Too busy falling on your dirty sword

And flexing all your numbers

Like a comma's all your working for

You flex a shooter life, but you can't even shoot a video

Fucking with the brothers and a family you committed to

And I refuse to fill my clique with hypocrites

I'll rip into you bastards

It's a fact that you deserve a payment back for how you acted

You really wanted this didn't you

You took your time and you plotted this, didn't you

I'm here to straighten the story

And it's fucking funny that I was concerned with offending you

Feelings are miniscule

Baggy's are plentiful

I got a few in my back and it's dreadful

That people can call you a friend and be dead to you

Ten seconds after they acting political

Houston do we got a visual?

No

Black out the sky with the miserable smoke

You can't fit in with the murder of crows

Cause when I run up we run up as a whole

Only time you keep a pole is when you suck a dick

You're too busy with that for your dogs

I'm boutta kick in the door

Got my foot on your throat

See you at my headline show lil bitch