[Intro]

You made me leave a comment, Matty

I almost made it

Somebody had to say my name

Yo Jensen, I ain't never battled before so let me know if this on trend, homie

Yo, yo

[Verse]

This one goes out to little Garrett Plummer

Who ventured out one summer on a journey to stay relevant

On his adventure he encountered four horsemen

That he knew he shouldn't fuck with but he did it for the hell of it

Now little Garrett, he has plenty of potential

But for some ungodly reason thinks that all he says is heaven-sent

But Garrett never learned he's in too deep

And now he's fucking with a beast, yo homie, you ain't seen "The Revenant"?

I get it, you just wanna play a position

So Clevey gave your little mixtape a listen

Talk shit about my audio and tell me to fall out

I'm chilling out in England just recording at Wobz' house

Part of the Justice League? Heard you was Flash, man

Well nickname me Zoom cause I murdered you fast, man

Beat him like a dirty cop that turned off the dashcam

Wham bam thank you ma'am, the Bigelow, Bam Bam

Gone 'til November, you'll be gone 'til November

Clevey erase you before anyone remembered

Shawn, Will, tee, Shoes, Clevey, and Kahlee

Is what Beef Season will be, with some nameless contender

But "Will, he made six songs!" "Clevey, he made six songs!"

"teewhy, he made six songs!" "Shoes, he made six songs!"

Alright Matty, let me see what all the fuss about

Oh, those six songs that no one gave a fuck about?

But really Garrett spit hot fire you're Dylan

Got punchlines I got to say that's smoother than nylon

I mean no disrespect, let's let bygones be bygones

But I'm sure you'll fire back like you're storming on Saigon

Want to make sure that you got love for the podcast

Or is this Beef Season then you're gone from the pod fast?

Looking for a writeup? Well homie, that shit's past

But Clevey gonna be around from now 'til the pod last

To try to lift the throne so we can get up on this

Bunheads clench they chest like they got up on bong hits

Call yourself a legend but you lost to a novice

Well let me know how many follows you get from all this

Don't try to test the Horsemen like you fucking with Scantron

Running back to Batman like, "Can you hold my hand, Shawn?"

Lyrically I leave 'em bloody like tampons

But look at all the Bunheads, they still getting they dance on

Dammit Matty, we get it, there's six songs!

The problem is he forgot to write a sick song

He couldn't kill it with an album Stevie Nicks long

Thought he could take a corner, Mr. Plummer's dead wrong

Have him walk embarrassed through the town like he's Cersei

I kinda call me Michael Jackson, Garrett is Percy

I'm through with it, I'm magic, dude ain't worthy

I'm hashtag #hongry, Plummer's hashtag #thirsty