[Intro: Decay]

(haha) The kid been a little too nice this season...

Sendin' ya'll pussies through the deep fryer and shit

[Chorus: Decay]

Decay been about it , hit me with the fat allowance

Wack shit I won't allow it, cause the game is overcrowded

Decay been about it , hit me with the fat allowance

Wack shit I won't allow it, cause the game is overcrowded

(ha, ha, ha) Overcrowded

[Verse 1: Decay]

Fuck ya’ll and d’em feelings, I finna blow off the damn ceilin'

Shinin' with the pen and the pad, the kid comin' in mad

Listen up little man its my season, I'm a tank boy

The kid too nice, that mumble shit that you on

Man it don’t suffice (ha), rhyme play precise

Have ya yellin’ out for daddy, when I smack ya twice

Yo, Ice cold like a deep freeze in the north pole, I’m frigid

Ya’ll a bunch of bitches, when you hit the stage

The only reaction you gettin’ is crickets

Imma tear shit up like a bandaid

Hit ya crib wit a bomb that I handmade

Runnin’ round blacked out like blade

Ya’ll are runnin’ round wearin’ tampax and shades

You been wack for days no doubt about it

Comin’ for the kill the game over crowded (ha)

Throwin' down always, tackling fuckas wit rage

Like I’m bobby boucher, hey yo! these cats are garbage

Couple bars and they dearly departed, ya’ll spit as a hobby

I grind till the kid stung out like a zombie (cause)

[Chorus: Decay]

Decay been about it , hit me with the fat allowance

Wack shit I won't allow it, cause the game is overcrowded

Decay been about it , hit me with the fat allowance

Wack shit I won't allow it, cause the game is overcrowded

(ha, ha, ha) Overcrowded

[Verse 2: Rocka G]

Rocka G gotta flow and gotta eat

Wit a motto that I honour, tell 'em no one stoppin' me

Cause I look around and see a constant growin' flock of sheep

So you know my pack of wolves bout to have a fuckin' feast

These mother fuckers wacker then backwards hats are to a pastor And this is what you class as rapper?

These bastards couldn't master a lyrical track for a rack

They lack passion and stay unfactual for the masses

Cause half these asses is actual spazzes, its sad

Cause every mother fuckin' track you play has no replay value

And everyone wit actual talent is under the ground

Cause we over your head just like a tied noose

Throw em up you wouldn't make it to round 2

Eat shit if i sound rude, I bet you'd put ya lips on a dick

Just to get into a sound booth, faggot

I done worked my ass off, I learned and earned everything I have

I'll always keep it real cause I'm ill wit the skill

But I still stay filled wit these bad thoughts

I see war in the mirror, thats raw

I was born wit a bear to be a rap god

If ur shits wack im done bein' humble now

Fuck a diss track punch a mumble rapper in his damn mouth

Fuck y'all

[Chorus: Decay]

Decay been about it , hit me with the fat allowance

Wack shit I won't allow it, cause the game is overcrowded

Decay been about it , hit me with the fat allowance

Wack shit I won't allow it, cause the game is overcrowded

(ha, ha, ha) Overcrowded