[Verse 1: K. Stone]

I'm not the average savage with ten ton baggage

Lightin' tracks like matches near reactive gases

I mutilate and detonate every second rate

Heavyweight to regulate this endless waste

Homie you can't captivate a single date

All you do is irritate with your vintage bait

Come to my vicinity without an affinity

For high agility you'll need a dose divinity

Especially when I'm rollin' with the Dix

Droppin' more dope so y'all get your fix

Specialists on our special shits

Y'all going down like some special kids

Ain't a chance to clap back when you a fat rat

Y'all busted heat like a pile o' scraped strap

Prepare to get fucked like A tier pornography

Dix tell your story like an autobiography

[Verse 2: The Dixter]

Today was just like any other day

Logged on to Hypixel and wondered what game I was gonna play

I joined Skywars, since that's my thing

Dominating even though I have 150 ping

The cages open, I start looting a chest

I hear blocks near me, looks like I have a guest

I throw a snowball, and the guy falls down

He thought he could get me early, what a clown

I bridge to mid and kill another guy

Now I have all the mid loot and I didn't even try

But then I turn to my left and what do I see

Is that a motherfucking team of three

So I guess it's time to finally tryhard

I'm gonna turn their island into a fucking graveyard

They start shooting at me, but no one hits

I'm going to use my TNT to blow their island into bits

Two die while the other guy runs away from the threat

Wait, why is he running to mid, oh fuck, oh fuck the chests reset

But I teleported there with my ender pearl kit

He told me that it was unfair and that I should quit

I said shut the fuck up you fucking hypocrite

Then I stabbed him and told him to, eat shit

[Verse 3: K. Stone]

Dix kicked his shit now it's back to K

Now most of these hoes got jack to say

Spittin' nothin' but pseudo science

For some simple pseudo guidance

Put some pressure and watch 'em falter

Keep it up, see them flip like vaulters

I know a couple of 'em myself

Always on the flex like his biceps

Thinkin' that they dope like a crack kilogram

Stuck in the past like a blank uncle Sam

And they hoes on a fine line like three stacks

A couple more straws on the back and she cracks

Can't put the blame on her, I don't

Celebratin' but I'll put up my front

And to think that you could've dodged it all

Now you're worth less than dog shit dawg