[Chorus]

We got ups and then we got downs

I ain’t got no time to fuck around with these clowns

I tell them to split but they keep comin’ around

Lookin’ like a picture of his own damn house

Seems like he’s been boxed

It’s time to pack up

[VERSE 1]

What time is it? Maybe it’s time for you to get a watch

‘Cause you better watch it before I make you watch yourself

You know what they say, you better watch yourself before you wreck yourself

To me it looks like you’re throwing so much of a fit the entire shelf

Just camе crashing down, homecrash was decent

But I think wе all know Yo, Bruv! Was hella cold

And not in the nice way, more like in the YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE SAYING

Stop, the, hyper, pop

‘Cause really the ghosts in your house really want you dead and gone

The skeletons in your closet are wanting out and so am I

Faggot actin’ like he didn’t try making an album with me about scaring gay guys

Bold claim for how much balls

You have to be dissing on an album where I’m not missing

Like an album directly aimed enough and lined up to get your head shot clean off

Beats free? Beats me

Cheesy, hella breezy

Tryina be a me wannabe tryina say I’m an Eminem wannabe

Bitch please you wanna pee ‘cause you are

Genuinely taking the piss

By the way, how’s the missus?

Oh my bad, I forgot you’re just a Phillips

‘Cause you’re so easy to screw with

[Chorus]

We got ups and then we got downs

I ain’t got no time to fuck around with these clowns

I tell them to split but they keep comin’ around

Lookin’ like a picture of his own damn house

Seems like he’s been boxed

It’s time to pack up

[VERSE 2]

Always make me sound like I’m drowning

Your voice is barely audible, it makes me wanna start frowning

‘Cause really I would’ve wanted my ears to bleed like this

But I know either way they’d start to bleed just with this

Doxxed? More like in the forest completely lost

Forgot where your house is so I guess you can’t go home

No wonder you stay long and, I would say alone

But the only friends you got are the ones who couldn’t make it to the end

Send, me another letter and I’ll shred it up

Nothing else is left for me to call the shots up if I’m not the one starting up

Broken cars can’t roll so I don’t see why you think you’re the one on show

Got your fuckin’ cocksuckers in tow

The only feet you think I’ll see

Is your own, but we can flip that around and make it about how you’ll defeat me

Ahem, de-feat me… gone from your entire career?

Goodbye despair

Cutting the shit like it’s

What I’m gonna do the next time I hear a peep from you - my neck slit

Not actually, I wouldn’t wanna harm a bystander

But it seems like you just drove by there

Bitch sayin’ I’m fuckin’ talkin’ like I’m walkin’

When if you squint I was the one who helped him sprint

It’s always fun when you’re always on the run

And verse two is completely done

[Chorus]

We got ups and then we got downs

I ain’t got no time to fuck around with these clowns

I tell them to split but they keep comin’ around

Lookin’ like a picture of his own damn house

Seems like he’s been boxed

It’s time to pack up

[VERSE 3]

Constant messaging is such a lie

You make me seem like I want to get in your sights

The only light you’ll get from this is a nightlight

Monster under your own bed is me, and way up ahead is where you wanna be

Can’t get into a set list if all you do in every album is shit on me

Constantly

And yeah I know I do that with you too but starting an album off

And continuing to chew and cuss me out, fuck off

Imagine shitting on my old albums that you were a part of

And then you say your old shit was wack, how mad is that? Get off me dog

So proud and loud yet I can’t hear a word you say

Feels like maybe we got off on the wrong page

So I’ll pick up the book again and find where I was at, oh yeah, the rampage

My song being long doesn’t mean I’ve lost it, but thanks for the compliment

Easy-bakin’ means it’s easy for me to be bakin’, so I’m hella cookin’

Is what you’re sayin’?

Beats hella basic compared to the convict

The jury says your shit is hella complicated

Soundin’ like you off, beat

You over the head with a salt shaker, oh wait my bad that was you in the ditch there

Murder weapon being yourself

They always say a serial killer could’ve been prevented with mental help

Self-destruction is evident, ‘cause didn’t you say I’m the president?

I think it’s pretty clear to me that you only diss me

If it fits in your rhyme scheme

At least we both know I keep a persistent theme

[Chorus]

We got ups and then we got downs

I ain’t got no time to fuck around with these clowns

I tell them to split but they keep comin’ around

Lookin’ like a picture of his own damn house

Seems like he’s been boxed

It’s time to pack up

[VERSE 4]

Think you got a ghostwriter ‘cause my EMF meter is

Going off right there, right here and fuckin’ everywhere

Unlike my radar, you can’t hit that

You’re too far for me to even hear your attack

But I’m doing this out of pity for you, so here’s some pity points

And here’s some more verbal annihilation

As a comeback to your hatin’

You can claim all you want that I steal from them

But really I heard you talkin’ somethin’ about takin’ stuff from Reddit

And that’s all fine and cool and whatnot but that definitely sounds like you didn’t make it

Explains how disconnected you are from your lyrics

And instrumentals, ‘cause you probably just take them all

Not sure if stealing rhymes from me was a joke

But you do sound like you’re an absolute choke

When you try to say anything, something

Tells me that your name is also unoriginal, but we can get to those details later

My name is 2 dope, which isn’t entirely original but Keithian is so whatever

And it’s a common phrase, Etsuron

Or should I say Ron Okonama? Like how your name was in a

Previous era? And you’re taking from elsewhere where I couldn’t care?

They really were my favorite martian

But I guess you just love stealin’ my hard work and

Melting it into paste ‘cause all you put out is a waste

So call that shit

At least I complimented it