[Intro]

[Verse 1: Seph]

Shit Seph you’re back I thought you were done basterd

But I had to return once I heard all of these dumb rappers

Their diss tracks suck, I’m over here dying from laughter

People biting their nails wondering who Imma come after

I lunge faster, rappers come in with one pattern

It’s all fuck Bitches, get money and drugs chatter

Some scatter but none matter If you don’t you’ll get your lungs shattered

So you better run faster fudge packers

Lil Wayne is the Tracy McGrady of rap

He used to be one of the best, but lately he’s crap

He got a few hit songs but he’s lazy in fact

So repetitive I start to wonder if Jay-Z is whack

And Kanye’s a legend, a true artist that has soul

But more often than not he’s a retarded and cocky asshole

You named your baby North West? You remain the tadpole

You think you can ignore Seph? I’ll get Kim wet enough to backstroke

I’ll fuck her like a porn set, then send that bitch a cab home

Next day I’ll get her even more wet, and touch her like a mac phone

Sorry Yeezy Im just showin you your own attitude

Your music’s usually gourmet but Yeezus wasn’t even platter food

You say you’re a God? I don’t pray to you I pray for you so nobody will laugh at you

I’m after you my gratitude is starting some crazy rapper feud/

You better get a pen and paper to take notes I’m sending you back to school

And I got respect for Drizzy, yall can say that he sucks

But you know you be on itunes to pay for his stuff

He’s famous as fuck, he’s just makin his bucks

You say you hate Yolo Versace and startin from the bottom but you dance to that shit when it plays in the clubs

So go ahead, try and tell me that Drake isn’t tough

In 09 he took the rap game and started shakin it up

He drops hotter shit than Kate Upton takin a dump

And every single song he releases has made number one

So you can say what you want

That he’s gay and he’s dumb

But he’s still makin money every day that you front

J. Cole is one of the best rappers currently

But I’ll have him with a gun to his head sitting worriedly

I got BIG Krit, Wale, and Pusha running hurriedly

Cuz I’ll tear their fucken arms off these rappers gon need surgery

The rest of ya’ll sittin nervously

I know you’re still scared even if you never heard of me

I murder beats, alert the streets, cuz this is an emergency

The fairly odd parents show up with new pants cuz I made Timmy Turner pee

So back off

The only time you should be feellin yourself is when you jack off

You come around me you’ll get chills like I’m Jack Frost

Beat the shit out of you then shove your face into the asphalt

We would all be lying if we said we didn’t bump Meek Mill

He’s always got some bangers and you know the beat’s ill

But why do every one of his songs gotta be scream filled

It scares the shit out of me it makes me feel like somebody’s about to be killed

But he seems chill, every other rapper out talkin bout the e-pill

It’s bullshit, French Montana’s music’s noise

Haaan, are you retarded you have such a fucken stupid voice

All these teenagers have such a poor music choice

You think you’re nice cuz you get bumped by 13 year old jewish boys?

You’re a useless ploy that few enjoy I see your song I do avoid

Better watch the fuck out cuz I’ll have you destroyed

And Chris Webby

We know you spit deadly

I wouldn’t get in your way cuz I know that you diss many

But I ain't here to be a bit friendly

I’m back and I am something else bro

By the time I’m through with this song Im gonna be fucken well known

You think I’m joking, do you see me nudging elbows?

You hear my wordplay I’ll have you attached and stuck like Velcro

Did I really quit, maybe I just sharpened my skill

Wanted for 3rd degree murder now I’m startin to kill

I’m the smartest retarded most hardest ya feel

A target regarded as part of the thrill

That’s me you smell, I’m fartin for mills

I’ll beat you to a pulp and ask you for an orange to peel

Kendrick Lamar

The King of New York? You can pretend that you are

But you said what you said, but what you said was too far

Although it could’ve possibly made you the best with the bars

Rappers butthurt cuz who you mentioned’s bizarre

You didn’t say their name, now they’re all defensive and large

Your lyrics were like little henchmen that marched

You lined them up and sent them to charge

What you did was condescending and smart

Controversial and extended with heart

But ya better watch out, don’t let up your guard

Im feeding you ducks like I sit at the bench in the park

And I’m gonna shine, as I ironically ascend into dark