[Intro]

Ima rap like Chris

Oh what do you know

This lil’ clown wanted more

He layin’ seethin’ on the floor

I guess he really is a ghost

Just kiddin’

[Verse]

Oh what do you know

Is that supposed to be me in the video?

Don’t know my own face

I showed myself everywhere, but no

Why would i have 1k alts to dislike

I can care less about a dead guy

I won both times, every diss, no lies

I have never lost any battle

So i can’t show bites

Stop talkin’ on my name

Unless you wanna lose fame

Or i guess the opposite

‘Cause everytime you drop a diss

It’s the only views you’ll get other than your bots and shit

You bought yo shit, i got my clicks

I knock yo shit ‘cause i taught you shit

Diss was shit but the video was amazing

If you made that, stop rapping and try animation

You’re surrounded by fakes feeding in you

How about you rap with that fire within you

You rap and flex 10$ that SES sent you

WW3, you will see

Ima pick these rappers off like a menu

Fuck a rap beef i got shit to release

No matter how fast you die

Or how hard i try

You will never admit to defeat

Dead man walking on his feet

Chris is a ghost, yes we know

Faking on your post, yea you toast

So if you don't want world war 3, and me to succeed

Turn this shit off ‘cause i’m the king

I done won like 3 or 4 times

You’re outgunned since i got more rhymes

Talkin’ about thumbin’ down

Irony, since you did the shit, don’t be dumber now

Thumb it out? Mothafucka i’ll give you a run around

KB, Fever, MicSteady

Run them runs, better be ready

Stop botting my shit, you petty

She 17, you 38 like Fetty

[Outro]

Dun, dun, dun, dun