[Verse 1]

Everybody fake as fuck

I can’t take it had enough

Feelin’ like I’ma shoot a buildin’ up

Columbine this motherfucker, one and done (grrrah)

I’m covered in blood, yeah

Yeah, I like the feel when I cut

Nothin’ realer than the red

Fuck it, ain’t covering up, nah

‘Cause I ain’t nobody but me

Bet your ass I rock a sleeve

I don’t got no fucking team

Solo dolo kill the heem

Bitch, I could handle more than you could dream

‘Cause I’m livin’ one, ‘cept it’s more like a nightmare

But the nights where I bleed the most, I pack the most sting

I don’t say please

I shove my dick in and I just rape your beat

Yeah, I take that pink

C’est la vie

Ain’t no way to prey on a king

What could you possibly say to a man to take him off his feet

When he already heard all the shots you sling

Nothings new

I done heard it all, I don’t hurt at all

One day, I just stopped caring

But you should probably be wary

Yeah, this pothead-turned-alcoholic’s scary

‘Cause he don’t got nothin’ to lose

All your words will fall when they bounce off of me

What part you don’t see?

My skin can’t be thin if I don’t got any left

But while I still got breath and some shots in me

I’ma pop off, comin’ at your ears

With a cacophony of the hardest beat and the rawest scream

Till my tonsils rip and I can no longer speak

Till my jaw’s weak, nothin’ but assault from me

R.I.P

[Chorus 1]

And you didn’t get the message

And I can tell that you’re flexin’ your chest

And you think you the bestest

But I wouldn’t be pretendin’

If I said you mean less than your dependence on heaven

That ain’t no question

[Verse 2]

See, I done took so many L’s

There's only dubs left, It’s only up next

All these matchups about to get upset

Im coming correct

Who’s number one?

Step up with a threat

I think you should test

I’d love it if you would present me your neck

Fuck it, I bet that I be the end of anyone who flex on me

A mess I’ll make with your head

You said you won’t throw a diss

‘Cause if you did, you wouldn’t hit send

‘Cause I won’t reply

Let’s hear it then

I’d like to see you try to spit bars that ain’t shit

Yeah, pretend

You think you hard? You know who you are?

That you got it all figured out and think further than everyone else?

Well, let me tell you, we all just children that are large

Growin’ up is a farce

You can lie to yourself ‘bout how woke you’ve become

But you ain’t even close to aware, you know nothin’

The sooner you call all your bullshit

The closer you’ll actually be to grown up

Let’s talk about day ones, ya them snake ones

Always takin’, they always the fake ones

Think you owe ‘em all this shit, but they don’t ever give

And somehow they deserve free entrance when I spit

But I ain’t fuckin’ with no one who thinks time is the same thing as support

And these are the same ones that always come short

When I ask them to share my shit with they friends

I don’t know how they implore me for handouts

Makin’ fun a me for comin’ up on soundcloud

Be a man now, and put your money where ya loudmouth stands

So I can show you you don’t stand a chance and you ‘bout to get clowned out

[Chorus 2]

And you didn’t get the message

And I can tell that you’re flexin’ your chest

And you think you the bestest

But I wouldn’t be pretendin’

If I said you mean less than your dependence on heaven

That ain’t no question

[Verse 3]

Y’all stupid ass motherfuckers got some type of moral scale you project on me

And you follow it so you can feel alright, so you can sleep at night

It’s like your remedy

But y’all don’t realize that every decision you make is for yourself, bottom line

Even the things you do for other people’s really just to satisfy your empathy

So you can travel through life without guilt

Well, what about when you run out of guilt? No shame

All you wanna do now is kill it, merk the game

Finna put ‘em down on a skillet, kirk a plate

I be the only one swervin’ in the race

‘Cause I know I be the only one wordin’ shit this way

And you still be searchin’ for answers, lookin’ for shit to say

You think you worth better circumstances and lookin’ for shit to blame

My lyrical bullets will put a hole in your verse

But not before I put a mole in me first

I’ll sock you in the noggin, drop you like a rock

Flog you with my jargon, make your girlfriend squirt

Then I’ma ash a grit, smack yo bitches ass a bit

Then imma split (shkrrt)

I’m less than irrelevant, yet I’m the best at this

Killin’ like 90 percent of ‘em (word)

A-listers be shittin’ the simplest rhythmic figures like

“Woah, listen to triplets, yo, this is the slickest spittin’ I could do”

Why don’t you throw in a couple of them 5s though?

Switch it up for a while?

“No! That’s too wild, no!”

You just don’t have that nice a flow on the mic though

Fight over, finished

[Outro]

And that’s why I be goin’ big (It’s over)

Suck my dick

That’s word to Kendrick

Bitch, suck this dick

Uh, Barcode bitch (Fuckin’ retarded)

Yeah, Suck my dick