[Hook: Cyler]

Dear Lil illiterate fucks

Fearing you is fucking nuts

Kneeling to you is dumb

All all of you are is scum

[Verse 1: Cyler]

When will Xan come to the conclusion that

Those pubes on his face are rank

When will Pump get rid of the face-tats

Or are they just drawn on in black?

Oh, no‚ no‚ no‚ no, no, please do not do that

You gon' make C-boy attack

You gon’ make C-boy go mad

You gon' make C-boy go

*fingers snapping*

"Uh‚ Mr. Yachty, I don't feel so good."

"Your good, Xan."

"I don’t wanna-"

Fuck the emotional weight of the lyrics

The mystics and artists are solaced

To bring you the same shit again and again and again until

Eminem joins the battle and resets the meta again

Makes Royce shout "New meta?" Again

[Verse 2: Cyler]

The caterpillar just blossomed into a butterfly

Like Amy in Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Or Rajesh in The Big Bang

Now he lookin 5'9" with the fool's eyes

When he with Jay-Z in an Empire State of Mind

But when Colson's ego grows taller than the Empire State? Don't mind

When he tries to diss Em's other daughters

He'll be the rap game's next martyr

The fact that he still makes music after Killshot is mind-boggling

Maybe it was just for some spotlight hogging

He’d suck on Trump to get his career back

But Donald does not want to do that

He ain’t alike all the others

He ain't close to Mathers

Neither of ’em got manners

When it actually matters

[Hook: Cyler]

Dear Lil illiterate fucks

Fearing you is fucking nuts

Kneeling to you is dumb

All all of you are is scum

[Verse 3: Cyler]

Launchin' another album with venom in it

Then you saying you can do better than it

But Marshall has done better

Even though it was greater

Than the shit that Post caters

To kids and lyrical haters

Or Charlamagne the Berator

"I tell you that I'm better now‚ better now" No you ain't

If I diss you, Xan will try to rescusitate

I’m telling you, this is what I fucking hate

This EP, will be my lucky break

Minus the lucky 'cause you know I rate

Lyrics like cynics that mimick

Limericks even if its pyrrhic

5-9 radio signals are rolling

In Phantoms and controlling

The streets that they be owning

And secretive like ONI, but only

When it comes to keepin' the phonies

And makin' like Ms to the Boney

Algebraic equations like Loney

Luxton lexicons are wholly

Full of bullshit, I'm calling

Them out on their folly

[Hook: Cyler]

Dear Lil illiterate fucks

Fearing you is fucking nuts

Kneeling to you is dumb

All all of you are is scum

[Verse 3: Cyler]

I called up Kelly this morning

And told him his copies are falling

His album is floppy walking

He ain't really mauling

Let that smoke run on ketamine

Then I bleed, through methamphetamine

I fill a beat, with tons of heat

Why can't you see thee sheath of green

And fuck it, you colourblind pricks cannot see

Through a shit ton of watery sea

I'm tired of the two-tone flows

It's the kind of cancer that grows

In beats like seeds that sow

I'ma package this and send with a bow

Like Amazon, that's how shit go

I ain't gonna take it all slow

[Hook: Cyler]

Dear Lil illiterate fucks

Fearing you is fucking nuts

Kneeling to you is dumb

All all of you are is scum