[Intro:]

Big Kah Threepeat

And we got

Mustard on the beat

[Verse 1: Big Kah]

I drop bars all day, but never fumble

Got you catching those infectious flows, something fungal

If you say you’re better, you lyin', but I’m the king of the jungle

You wanna battle, get ready, to rumble

I got that contact with some spirits

Ghost writing in your lyrics

Copy me like a machine I see you wanna be a xerox

Pants pissin', u scared and

My disses, you fearing

Like Snapchat story-

I wait a day and

You’ll be disappearing

Big Kah, Fully loaded

Eating fake rappers, feeling bloated

SMCS with the hacks, my lyrics are encoded

I Rep Germantown, but hella rich like I’m Potomac

But y’all bugging, y’all pests

Cannot infest

I’m blessed like a saint

I ain't saying West

Making dissers depressed

Salivating finesse

You said you live in Germantown

You need to be addressed

Thats two birds, one stone, Ronan and Feras

Ronan, I’m going in, about to embarrass

So expanse, there's a chance, that in France, they could hear this

Oops, can’t say France, we know you scared of Paris

You say you a god, but in you, I don’t trust in

Can’t see I’m better, your glasses need adjustin'

My songs plus dynamite, that's combustion

You go out in the sun, you'll turn to dust in it

Deflating your ego, could say I’m Tom Brady

I been throwing all day, that may be why It’s so shady

Listen because if you mimic my style

And you are pale, I call that copy, and pastey

Stick with features, Feras well played

But Ronan now we got beef like filet (mignon)

DMing old men, I cannot relate

Scream *Hollywood* so hold this L-A

You collabing with my enemies, please don't bother (don't)

I am the GOAT, y'all lambs to the slaughter

And yes I tried, but I can’t let this slide (I can't)

Ronan, you look like an underfed Harry Potter

Feras, you disaster, no afterlife

So R. I. P. and embrace the light

You think Zohaib sounds better, check your mic

You only worth one verse, you ain't worth my time

Like really

*Interlude*

Why’s your head tilted back, in every pic (why)

Feras, for rap, you are unfit

And, don’t, ever, comment

On my ability to spit 'cause

I can spit fast

Like Sonic, like Flash

Like a rocket blast

Like Usain on the track

Wait a few months

My career will outlast

I’m back to the future

You back to the past

And its so frightening

Stormy clouds overcast

I’m comin with the lightning

You need to check the forecast

So I put em in a bag

'Cause your tracks some trash

I stay first place

You stay dead last

Big Kah moving onto bigger things

Like inducting my town and constructing new schemes

You want me to fail, only happens in your dreams

This MC will see y'all next, in 2017. PEACE