[INTRO]
The crowd can boo at me
But I’ll just boo at them back
Wait for this attack
My final thoughts
[Chorus]
These motherfuckers can’t even think of a rhyme so they
Start dissing me and picking me apart like a vulture with decay
If it’s a game you wanna play
Then I’ll try not to blast your blocks
When I find you on Genius talking shit, which that you talk
Inaccuracy is key in a world full of peace
Said by a guy with a fatal terminal chronical mental disease
You outdunk me? Bitch please
I can’t believe that you can still breathe
[VERSE 1]
I suck at that? I stuck by that
As a matter of fact, my entire comedy act
Is full of black
And I don’t mean it’s a race, I mean thеre’s blood all over the placе
Such as the will of the guy with no grace
Shit stain with no brain
I’d say you’re copying Tyler The Creator
But your name is far off from Tyler and you don’t create nothing
Trying to feed your own hunger of trying to be something
The only thing you shit out is the thing in your underwear
And you need your own finger when you start crying about a thing
Say I’m completely flat, like the letter after A
But I’ve got a bang gun and I’m still going raw, ay?
Call me a fake artist when you call a song Stock Image
And then somehow your art is even worse than a fucking Stock Image
Steal everything from everyone like a thief
I mean come on, who’d think of a separate producer name, jeez
Maybe you just sit there and observe what I bleed
Yeah, you just sit there and steal what I bleed
So proceed, keep callin’ me full of cheese
You can’t deny that you don’t even try ‘cause your producers aren’t even aware of your own existence you fuckin’ annoying ass fly
[Chorus]
These motherfuckers can’t even think of a rhyme so they
Start dissing me and picking me apart like a vulture with decay
If it’s a game you wanna play
Then I’ll try not to blast your blocks
When I find you on Genius talking shit, which that you talk
Inaccuracy is key in a world full of peace
Said by a guy with a fatal terminal chronical mental disease
You outdunk me?
ARE YOU THERIOUS?
[VERSE 2]
I hear your singing is heavenly
And can raise the dead from where they’re still deadly
Tell me, how are you not arisen?
Like a fake phoenix, go back in the prison
That you were being held in, ‘cause I think that’s the only place you’d be breaking out
Talkin’ about breaking out, yes, let’s holler loud about
Me while you act all patriotic and then tell me to suck your dick
That’s in such bad taste, so much in fact that your medicine might be goin’ bad
Actin’ sad, actin’ mad, actin’ glad that I can’t edit my own shit like man
You can’t do nada, ‘cause you’re a
Hurricane of disaster that’s just so pretty
A leech that can’t speak and tries his best to feel unique
And you seriously wonder why I’m acting so shitty
When you’re the one who won’t do nothing but act like a piece of shit
Don’t think that’s true? Look back at what you’re doing, just a little bit
Whatever, call me a petty bitch
At least I don’t threaten your neck slit
With a sickle, actin’ like you’re a pickle that’s hard to dill wih but no you’re in a pickle
That shit down your leg is hella about to trickle
Might needa get that wiped
[Chorus]
These motherfuckers can’t even think of a rhyme so they
Start dissing me and picking me apart like a vulture with decay
If it’s a game you wanna play
Then I’ll try not to blast your blocks
When I find you on Genius talking shit, which that you talk
Inaccuracy is key in a world full of peace
Said by a guy with a fatal terminal chronical mental disease
You outdunk me? Bitch please
[VERSE 3]
The only shit you’re putting out is the shart when you fart don’t start
With all your crap about how I can’t rap
When you can’t even format one stack, get back
Now before I go ka-blow, my sound is signature
Your sound is barely audible, it’s inaudible
Wonder why people listen to it at all
One year older than me and still tryina be me
One year older than me and still tryina beef with me
One year older than me and still tryina be
You really want to get it with me, huh?
Come at me with a machine gun, bruh, if it’s probable
With actual words, if possible
‘Cause I don’t wanna challenge you to a battle of wits
I see you’re unarmed with that shit
Actin’ like my act was a publicity stunt
Is hella crazy, you aren’t really acting wonderfully kind lately
I said let’s talk about it
I mentioned again, let’s talk about it
But I guess you didn’t want to, holy shit
Hungry man thinks of bread
More like Rawn thinks of my decapitated head
What’s got him so riled up to begin with?
I guess we’ll never know
‘Cause the only thing he does is fly by and slap someone who goes solo
How mean, right?
It seems like he might, be jealous
But I mean no less and I digress
I don’t wanna disrespect the dead
You go on ahead… to hell