[Intro]

This is the last time, man

This is what happens when we like each other too much

It pains me to see that all of this could drag out over a video game

Fucking sad, dude

Okay

[Verse 1]

How many heads do I have to roll to make you reset your ethics?

Your mind and soul is slowly playing Concussion Roulette

This shit got fucked up like scrambled plastic ropes in a cassette

And these grudge-filled memories made 'Roe get no regrets

People deal with emotions likе bitches and joke about their еxpense

I'm like the lottery, you'll mostly end up getting no success

Once I fucked up your day, I've gotten the grown-down pro upset

After fucking up your week, you got oh-so stressed

You treat video game milestones like they're relationship goals

I've been busting my ass for greatness in my masonic zone

To me, the old you died but a fortnight ago

I was in no mood for jokes, I was being forthright at the most

An IGD epithet went crazy, based from what I've seen

And the evidence is right there, if you watch his live stream

I've been studying you like x-rays in an unavoidable CAT scan

After the hundredth time getting laid, you should get a Playboy tramp stamp

[Interlude]

Yeah

Alright

Sorry not sorry, man

You gotta get that attitude fixed before you get too old

It'll calcify, believe me

We built that group chat together and we sure as hell destroyed it

Ah, that shit is ridiculous

[Verse 2]

How you would feel if someone was poking fun of the way you survive?

Don't blame me 'cause I was reacting to your behavior in which I implied

I wanted to do a collab album with you called Madness Combat

But as time went on, your ratchet ass has gone mad

You chose to be an asshole and act like you have no heart

Since you love to bang and get cash, why not become a pornstar?

You seem to be concerned by dissing women, I see the fear in your smile

Did you get so abused that you didn't let people near you as a child?

I'll rub it in, every girl you run in

Inject diseases in 'em to make sure you never rap or fuck again

To pay rent, you should depend on W2's and stimulus checks

If some shit backfired, you would call the IRS and say "It's time to collect"

You're a source for cooties on your focus to being a hunk

Go get a side hustle for hanging Z-Ro posters, punk

So chill out before your sanity is below tolerance

Got so many women, the kids don't even know who their new mother is

[Outro]

That was fun

I'm done fucking with you, man

I'm going back to my old self, and have fun again

Sometimes I wonder which one of us is right

But it is what it is

I don't know if this is goodbye or not, but since we've gotten this out of our system now, maybe we can be cool again

You're still in my top 5, man

Peace