[Lil Neekz]

Well I been getting buzz and getting record deal offers

You be street promoting for other damn artists

Listened to his SoundCloud, could tell that he's starving

Soldiers be stomping in his head until the morning

And struggle to juggle his bars that he's barking

Bury him 6 feet deep, I know his heart stiff

Dragon Ball Z, he already started it

A Martian, I'll mark him then go and cause arson

Could be the star, a guitar for the hardships

Bitch, I go the hardest, throw him a parsnip

Regardless of all these trolls trying to bargain

Sock in ya mouth yo I'm out, no talking

I ain't gonna stop me from the top of the apartment

Drop a fucking brick upon his head while he's walking

Rock em, sock em I turn into a zombie

Moshpits, spaceships, you racist like Tommy...

Figure, Hilfiger, you the one to give a Full Monty

Holes in these trolls watch em fold like laundry

No balls, put them in the walls, where the cocking?

Last breath, hills of death with the Marksman

I'm a wizard, Merlin Wayans I'm the Sargeant

Put the pistol to ya head, you's a target

Fuck ya, pictures, hurt & pain in the locket

Drop the world on your head, pumpkin I carve it

Hip-Hop a sport, I love it so why you arguing?

Lift off the floor, there's a war when we marching

Own brand, grown man, triple 5 soul plan

Oh damn, sniffin' grams, fuck your whole fam

You be jerkin' to a Makaveli hologram

Programmed, like a Cyborg, Arnold Oh damn

Slow jams, bet R.Kelly is your old man

I'm a clone way too stoned up on 4Chan

This is my life, Pharoahe Monch track scorchin'

Websites, more advanced than them organs

Ya'll on all fours Jersey Shore gettin' more tanned

I ain't gotta force it, jet to the top, yeah we purging

Rah for the mass appeal but I ain't gone hurt em

I ain't gone kill, Ill Bill be the surgeon

Throw his bones to his mom, stay calm, overnight

Light give me life, rock ya fitted cap hide ya overbite

(Cause I'm so divine) throw his body to a broken lion

Rapping over Marshall's beat, cancer so benign

I advise all these lines cus we bonafide

I'm on the mic Adam Kramer's identified

I can float like Jesus, no water, teach you how to fly

Whatever is left, trust me, is getting fossilized

Now his body broken in pieces, formaldehyde

I put you in a cage, wear ya face with cyanide

[*Beat switches*]

[Realist Omega - Verse 1]

You say you can kick rhymes?

But after listening to that weak shit I'm only wishing for you to be stupid enough to kick a landmine

Your shit is so wack and simplistic you make Lil Uzi Vert look like a lyrical mastermind

Lil Neekz is getting a little attention so I think I'm gonna hate on him in an attempt to make my track shine

Maybe they'll see me hatin' on Neekz and overlook the fact that I be kickin' trash rhymes

I can't help being a troll, me not talking shit is like a good buffet being turned away by a fat guy

You kill wet dreams bitch! A low-level slut could approach you and your moves could easily make her passion die

I could fuck your bitch so hard that she'll say my dick is so fat that if I stuck it in an animal from the past it could make a mammoth cry

[Realist Omega - Verse 2]

In reality, you suck

On the internet, you try to be wild as fuck

You having bars makes about as much sense as a real thug without some nuts

Listening to your wack ass bars is frustrating like fucking Rihanna without busting, I mean nothing behind the thrusts

I'm Realist Omega bitch! Fuck with Neekz and you're fuckin with me

You can be any letter of the of the alphabet but none of them is a "G"

If Me, Neekz or El Bandito blew up you'd be willing to hold any of our dicks as we pee

All haters are to me, is a bunch of groupie sluts wanting to suck your seeds

You'd be even more of a pussy fuck if you were in our circle puffin trees

Snorting Lysol, tweaking cutting your veins cause fuckin with us means you wanna bleed

Like a lame claiming Crip but you go to the Bloods for recruitment you're just a fuckin wannabe

You actually having skills is something you really wanna believe

But fuckin with us, getting bodied is the only thing you're really gonna achieve

Bitch!

[*Beat switches*]

[El Bandito]

I woke up, drank some coffee than I wrote some

Bars for the fuck of it was gonna post some...

New material, logging in a bit later

But what do I see? Lil Neekz got a hater

This fag muthafucka just made it to his roast

A keyboard warrior, watch what you post

Best to lock and load cus I'm reloaded to go

In Scandinavia, we expose the trolls

Zomada, thinks he a lyrical armada

He trollin' on Facebook in his shit-stained pajamas

Tryna get a buzz, he ain't rappin', nah

Even Chicanos got you labeled as: Persona non grata

Ya style is caca, doo-doo in English

Fuck it he ain't understanding this, cuz he's finished

Jealous impulses, Tourettes been revealed

Saw this little faggot talking in the comment field

"The hook is trash, man that shit is wack"

I rep Ontario, but they ain't reppin' me back

So I'll take it out on Neekz, cus I think he a fag

I don't know, I don't care, why the fuck he rap?"

Found his SoundCloud just to hear what the fuzz about

Sounds like a queer with a dick stuck in his mouth

Turned on ya track, 5 seconds, turned it off

"I can kick rhymez" Yeah right when my verse is done

Punk, I showed Realist Omega your song

Guess what? Now he hates both me and your song

We all suffered 3 minutes because of audio quality

Sloppiest engineering probably...

I'll guarantee he records with cassette players

Wearing a wire taped to his shirt like: "Next layer!"

Put him in a drug deal, he already confessing

I'd say you got about like... 5 seconds

Show you what weakness is, your whole discography

Now you hating on someone's personal property?

You way off the beat, taking extended pauses

To finish your shitty bars, just made me nauseous

What in the fuck makes you think you can bust shit?

And how many songs do have that just sucks dick?

Check his SoundCloud, search for Zomada

If you want yours ears to bleed like maniacal trauma

This gay mothafucka thinks promoting better rappers

Will help him establish his own career, ain't happening

"I promote for Esham, do my own acid rap

The graphical magical rapper trippin' over tracks"

Nah, fuck that! Rather shove ice picks in my ear

Then listen to a full song by this funny looking queer

Hugging on his idol, like he wants to take him upstairs

You'd probably try to put ya fucking tongue in his ear

Homo, Tell him you got a surprise for his album

You lure him up the stairs like you wanna show ya Magnum

Lighting up candles, throwing roses to ya bed

Hoping desperately, of giving Esham head

So you grabbing his dick, you're fucking sick

Tryna give the man a hickey plus your demo and shit

And when he punch you in the face, you wrap your arms around his feet

"Like please, don't leave, you mean the world to me!"

Panicking, screaming, scratching and screeching

This mothafucka really obsessed, he means it

His secrets, now in the open, believe it

His own mothafuckin' wife is about ta' leave him

Now he better off playing harpsichord

So he takes out his anger on Facebook and message boards

He's depressed, so we threw him overboard

Cement shoes to nautical regions unexplored

Don't forget ya keyboard, and please don't record...

Any more wack shit over simple piano chords

Fuck it, I'll rip out ya vocal cords

Faith in humanity has now been restored