[Introduction]

Shrexecution, 2018

After [?] Young UpNComing, let's go

[Verse One]

To quote the man himself, “for you people that need to hear it”

That track, “Young Lesson”, don't go anywhere near it

I spit titanium bricks, you spit aluminium foil

You and success, that shit’s like water and oil

Your only track is far from the fire you seek

You peaked as a meme that expired in a week

I can't tell if you're doing this ironically or not

But sonically, you ain't so hot, I hate to bash

But your beat is trash, you didn't master it I bet

Shit sounds recorded on a cheap Xbox headset

Where's the production? Beat hits hard as a gentle wind

And the introduction? When you sang, I cringed

Vocal track so raw, Gordon Ramsay got mad

Your flow is bad and your rhymes are sad

You're the virgin and I'm the Chad

Get had, my songs light the room on fire

Your song is about as tight as a flat fucking tire

I'm finna slay you, don't worry, Imma do it swiftly

I'm a pro at killing cancer, call me cobalt-60

I'm flying over your head like a fucking heavy bomber

If bad rapping’s an emergency, I'm a first responder

Your flow is so bad, rhymes more stretched than elastic

My flow is so hot, people call it pyroclastic

You're finna fuck my Mona? I'm finna put you in a coma

‘Cause I'm a fucking whale and your bitch-ass is Jonah

Your lyrics are laden with obvious hypocrisy

You talk about getting bitches and then whine about misogyny

My career’s headed for the Promised Lands, shit’s like Deuteronomy

My beats boom harder than the ‘50s economy

Relationship between your music and my ears is abusive

Your dick is like Moby Dick, pale, hairless and elusive

I'm trying to roast you, but I keep getting stumped

'Cause you roasted you best when you compared yourself to Li’l Pump

You gonna make a diss track back? Answer the call

Young UpNcoming, prepare to meet your young downfall

People gather ‘round to hear me like it's a town hall

Prefer my beautiful bars to your hideous drawl

I'm the new kid on the block but I got a shitton of balls

And Imma cut these motherfuckers in half like they Darth Maul

Now that I think about it, I think the world's heard enough of you

Consider this a rebuff ‘til you cut the fluff outta your stuff

I'm off the cuff but I still got superior lyricism

Your words make it sound like you were having an aneurysm

My words are so fire, I'm finna make you melt

Yours are almost as embarrassing as your stupid-ass Gucci belt

More embarrassing than your creepy behavior that never ceases

More embarrassing than your dumbass motivational speeches

This Soundcloud shit’s a game, man, now I'm running the server

Your reign as king is over and this ogre's the usurper