Really thought you were my bro, Kenzo

But I had to leave you broken, so...

My disses are too official, I been super busy

Yours are superficial, and you’re super fishy

You threw a missile, that you knew was iffy

So I blew a whistle, calling you a sissy

In history, you’re the worst to date

And that’s prolly what your girl would say

I gave you a whole verse today

On the one week anniversary

Of you dropping that first diss

You looked like the whole circus

You force things and they seem forced

You could foresee I got C-4

This the second time you’ve seen Cathcart

That’s four C’s like the C4

In butane, Buhain, you’re too lame

You’re the root of my pain, the root pain

Like a toothache and you’re too fake, like a toupee

And it’s today you’re going to pay

I know you say that you dissed me, touché

I hit you back in two days, on a Tuesday

I don’t like to play, not even 2K

You finna end hard like a shoelace, pack your suitcase

Find a new place, not SoundCloud

I’m coming down now like the monsoon rain, and I’ll soon reign

You couldn’t weather this storm, you‘re too vain

Cut your blue veins, inhumane

Think you’re Bruce Wayne but you’re built like a bamboo cane

Thought you‘d bolt like Usain

Sitting at the bottom of the food chain

And you’re to blame

I made you famous

Saying, Buhain is way too heinous

You late bloomer

You remind me of a brain tumor

You the type to say you hate boomers

And think that it’s great humor

I might drop the album just to shut you up

You can’t run, you just run amok

Say you beat me in running, but

From what I remember you were runner up

I was faster than you in cross country

Faster than you in track

And right now, I’m faster than you

At responding to diss tracks

Big facts

Look at the two of us, mismatched

I think you could use a tic tac

Your breath is a bit wack

What’s the dealio

You ain’t killing nobody, silly bro

You a sheep, I’m the billy goat

You my biggest fan cuz you really blow