(DFEKT)

Hahaha

Yo

Technicality bitch

(Braedon timu)

I'm sick of different people attacking my back

Lacking the fact

That they can't track my own raps

Because they're all stacked with whack

They're just hating my game

Or aching to play

It's not my fault I have an optical brain

The opposite way

Is where the fakers are hidden

I'm together with rap but they're tryna break up the wedding

Not even helping me through

And we used to be close

(DFEKT)

You wanted a battle? You got one

Imma put you in the ground like I shoulda done originally

You're history

Imma make you kneel and kiss my feet

Coming up on the block hippity hip - hop will never stop

And I wall never stop until you get (Shot)

You fucking with a ghetto mob

Original lyrical criminal coming atchu' with multiple syllables

Man I made you not be able to think because you're weak

You seem to have a disease that's not clinical (faggot)

My rhyme schemes can't be matched or remotely touched

Man I'm moving silently I can't be scratched with your ghostly nudge

Did I shock you?

Cause all this time I been in a lab with a pen and a pad plotting to stop you

I ain't that emo kid that can't flow anymore

So call me 'boy' again I'll kick your ass out the door

And I'll make sure you hit the floor

Its déjà vu to you cause you know that you been in that place before

You're having a panic attack not coming up with these rhymes that'll splat

All over the wall cause that's where - that's where

Your brains will be

If you ever see me again you better flee

Cause I'll be like suge night

And inject you with H.I.V

You know you fell off and you ain't even tryna deny it

When you acting like a rapper after a couple of freestyles

Well I ain't even gonna buy it

Don't even try it (Bitch)

Man I be coming up with this clitoris and imma tickle this and squeeze it so you scream like a little bitch

Cause that's whatchu got between your pant's cause you ain't a man

If you were my homie then you would be a girlfriend

Stop tryna act six foot over face book cause i'm telling ya it's a bad look

Talking shit to me not expecting a diss track?

What's this boy are you shook? gimme the pad back

I'm not sympathetic i'm energetic

Thought's they are not collected not forgetted or corrected

Cannibalistically selected

I know we always gonna beef so just forget it

But i would never ever go personal

Even if I know shit about you i wouldn't talk at all

Now the dissing is over Imma get to the point

I don't smoke weed or roll up a joint

Imma seventeen year old emcee

Killing the game - looking for fame

So you better know my name and if you wanna battle me?

I'll but you to shame

And if your heart gets crushed?

Then who you gonna blame?

And nobody cares about you or the way that you feel

They only wanna be your friend if you're making dollar bills

That shit is real talk

I'm doing this for free bitch i can never be stopped

These are my thoughts