(Hook: DizzyEight)

(Verse 1: DizzyEight)

(Hook: DizzyEight)

(Verse 2: N-Frost)

Imma spit up and give em a little verse with the rhythm/

And then kill off any rapper, while im working the system/

I'm a youtube artist, with an easy bargain/

So if you dig up in this garden and diss, ill rip em/

Like a circumcision, imma cut the game/

And then make em beg, when they heard my name/

They're gonna disappear when the ads come change/

So you better loose the fear, cuz you gon get mamed/

These copycats, i call em breezy mathers/

They aren't original, no subject matter/

So i nuke these bastards, cuz i'd really rather/

Get fuckin charged, then to hear em clabber/

Shots of whisky got me feeling dizzy/

So the hoe, took me home and i beat her kitty/

Like im Chris Brown, who is sippin on that fizzy/

I was all up in her ear with my voice all gritty/

We run the fucking game and we stack it up/

And the hoes look at it us and they wanna fuck/

But ain't no negativity will fuck with us/

Just use your Logic, cuz you know we must-/

-not trust these haters, we'll see em later/

When they beg us for a feature and will do some labor/

They're sleeping in the bleachers, never gon get catered/

Imma southern motherfucker, eating my 'potaters'/

You're wack as scheme, a catastrophe/

Break her back and bleed, and what is happening/

It's a motherfucking verbal 1v3/

I will choke em with a girdle, dont mess with me/

Rest in peace to this fucking beat/

We had some fun times, but i need to leave/

Mr.DizzyEight, I respect you man/

You dope as fuck, time to pass elites/

(Hook: DizzyEight)