[Intro]

Ay, my fault man, I called you "Boston Baked Bitch", I forgot you were from Beverly

Uh huh

Uh huh

Uh huh (Let's do this shit man)

[Verse]

The fuck's wrong I piss you off? Pick a spot

We can box without the gloves on

Three verses? That ain't a diss that's a fuckin' love song

Got a Beverly mask, garbage man right at ya door

Ready to bag, because that shit you spit was heavily trash

You cussin', bussin' in tears, tryin' hard to get back

Man I can diss myself harder than that

Plus my buddy in Bean Town told me you're studying me down

Oh you wanna be me now? Homie's funny as three clowns

[?] a disgrace, first your singles try to hide his face

Should be ashamed with them blurry pics; try to hide your race

Hatin' but you skatin' on thin ice, what you figurе hater?

I'm a male figure, you'rе a male figure skater

And if I ain't the truth, you ain't even an internet rumor

Haven't done no homework, you don't get no dinner yet

Junior (what) you addicted to drama (me)?

I'd rather be an Italian Beverly stick in the dick to ya mama

Sippin' a beer, came here to cut this bitch lifespan

Eazy-E's rhythm in the shell of a rich white man

You're rhythm's off damn, bitchin' with them soft rants

Sweatin' in his palms man, he pissin' in his golf pants

Closed curtains, what more I gotta say to let 'em know their flow's worthless

And that he's got no sole purpose

Keep droppin' them frisbees man

If he sell an eight[?] his family celebrates and gets it poppin' in Disneyland

But keep talking in riddles little man

You would've had some dirt on me, but I ain't shake your hand at Scribble Jam

Ain't no split decisions after I rip these midgets

It took you half a year, but took me sixty minutes

I find it ironic you use that wedding singer sample

Given that you'll be a wedding singer Grandpa

Your song's lame, but if you want games; let's go

It's like Vin Baker versus LeBron James

You ain't ready for war

Plus they ain't make fatigues for pussies

How you gon' be a seasoned rookie? (ouch)

With that anorexic chick, and you trick her with jewels

You're name's Shamoo, I know you got picked on at school (Shamoo)

I seen you battle Jin and get blazed and smoked

Couldn't win so you hit him with some racist jokes

Talkin' shit on Asian folks

[?] you're [?] couldn't even rip it in your dream with Conan O'Brian

Talentless bitch, switch the gallon of piss in your Cris bottle

Say somethin'

When my mood swingin' my fists follow

And I gotta level with homie, it ain't that you ain't on my level

It's that you ain't even on the level below me

My dawgs told me you ain't worth effort, I agree

But I'll diss you twice for dissin' me, that's just my work ethic

Ain't you ain't troublin' me dawg

I'd have more comp battling John Cena or the W.B. Frog (huh)

A baby swings and his asshole will blink

Tell this asshole Eso that pterodactyls extinct

[Outro]

"is this what you want?!"