Oh damn I ain't take my pills, bro

Oh shit, I ain't take my pills, bro It's getting kinda blurry

Oh shit

[VERSE 1]

I'm EM and you're Machine Gun Kelly, fasa3 bik wenti mezelet thawes el teli

Lyrically matnajamesh tcompari, nrappi b2ay lougha haw fi belek

Man faili fhata song, it's on motherfucker, messing with the wrong motherfucker

Go on and make a song and diss me, let's see if you're gone hit me, but trust me

You better be, one of the illest mfs in the industry with impeccable rhyme schemes

Incredible rhymes see, you better start running, incredible how weak your bars are

Lyrically we too far apart like earth and mars are, got your autopsy scheduled

Call it birth of a new don, the don (dawn) of a new era, come on, it's your shot

To prove that youre clever that you're better that you merit the title

It's vital that I kill you on the first diss cause I'm tryna focus on better things, me bitch

This whole diss, shit is a waste of time, a waste of rhymes, but wait

Am I, gonna let a a little twig, disrespect me, hell nah, this that killshot

I kid not, I'm finna blow your whole spot, surpass me think not

Fear Not, I'm gonna make it quick bitch

So allow me to kill it   this that villain, ya feelin me, grip the heater and make it rain

I keep it insane, elevate the dose and inject it straight into your brain

Hold on hold on, you thought i'mma do this whole diss without dropping any names

Ahahahah that's crazy man, now anyways let me get my list

[VERSE 2]

I'm fiending for blood like dracula

Spit that spectacular [PAUSE] better feel that rhythm

I might come off a little vicious, but best believe i ain't kidding when I say

I can murder these bitches  on your show which is a fact

In fact I never hold back, call me trigger happy, but right now

I'm far from happy I'm pissed so best put you vest on

Teflon won't do the trick make it Ti, See I keep the peace (piece)

Unless you do me dirty like that homie, then it's gone be rest in peace

Got it capeesh? this is a feast, homie gone eat cannibalistic when the mic is in reach

Fuck that lyrical miracle spiritual shit

This that serial killer shit, I ain't never dissed

But when I do, homie best believe it's the pinnacle

I ain't even started yet I ain't afraid to drop names

Yo Illbucks, yo yo what's happening

I heard it's temporary right, you bet yo ass it's temporary

I ain't talking about the song dummy I'm talking about your very

Own career, like damn get back homie, take a seat homie

Recede homie, you can't compete homie

Damn you got a lil buzz now you acting all tough

Talking bout you gone call back and it's all bluff

You don't ghost the OF, the illest of poets

Designing rhymes finer than Moet, that hit harder that Car Bombs

I'm blowing minds like Vietnam, I'm ready to murder these rappers

That's word to John Gacy, it don't phaze me grip the heat and I get to lacing call 197

I said call 197 it's homicide, better yet genocide from ABSY to 105, run and hide and

Homie I'm spitting (spit on) Acidic

Middle finger to the critic yes you fucking with it I don't give a shit who did it better

This a warning shot you dig it? Either call back and get back to business or I'mma drop the second one and you get hit with, the illest

Shit you ever listened to bitch then it's the death of you bitch

Get it? Got it? Alright

Oh and I'm just playing Ill Bucks you know I love you