They say I got a bad habit

Predisposition for going ham

And they bad habit:

They geek when they dissing, I'm throwing hands

Bad habit

Creep & they twisted while throwing bands

And crack addicts, nigga don't tell me bout my bad habits

Bout to math lab it

Switch in E for the A

Like niggas do with drinks when they dropping E to get laid

They'll burn in hell

Deep, they teeming with demons, my team got a sweet allegiance, we creep in then leave em sprayed

That's a metaphor

Cause I could get em or dead em

Floor gas pedals towards

A flower shop to get their last petals for

The funeral, and I don't smoke weed

Don't come to me with that pot cause I'm a black kettle, bored

Of biters & killing cyphers

Sorry to disappoint but at this point I find that it's pointless like killing lifers

I'm the villain, HYFR

Take care, my bars hot in this

No ecstacy, you E-gypped, in a sarcophagus

I said E-gypped nigga

Like you gypped of E

Funny how that line's easier to get when I say it differently

This a different league of rap

How you think you can get to me?

You should get febreeze as I breeze

Now let me do some tricks with E's

Get it, E again

But at the same time it was tricks with ease

Like it's nothing cause it's nothing, I'm gassed but my gas tank sits at E

I hate Joseph Smith

And you're to rap what he is to me

Inflammatory like a histamine

Nothing

He treats you like you're his to be

But then talks about you like you're just a chick to squeeze

Quit fronting

Don't act like the trap's for the kids to be

Quit stunting, cause honey's attractive to the different bees

And it's Bompton when you walking

Brazy when you talking

Deranged & crazy slaving cause your face is what I'm watching

It got awkward when I said slave, don't tell me I trip

Like when I'm with a chick and a white dude tells me I'm whipped

Look in the mirror, illest rapper in the game I see

Ask around & who say it not me?

People hate? ah please

Underestimate the great I'll be

But I don't trip though, c'est la vie

I can switch flow

Hit em with a little different tempo

Have you thinking I'm schizo, cause my pencil stay on E

King murked, where the prince go

Never let em get ahead cause they just slow

Starting to get my gist, bro? you pissed? oh, well hey, I'm pleased

See em makin jokes about dystonia out my window & I'm just froze

Like how ignorant you gotta be to insult

The people suffering from this cold

Disease & then you just flow

About it like nothin hurts em, quick blow

You officially on my list bro

But wait, I'm tryna flex

And that would make this song conscious

But I gotta address the fact that rappers just make me nauseous

I like Chance, K. Dot, Cole, Ab-Soul but bro, I better be cautious

Cause rappers get they feelings hurt & throw disses its preposterous

But dissing is their loss, but

The distance disses dig dividing dogs who got each other's digits

Dis-attach & distract & disorient this disorder then disseminates until entertainers are warriors & stories are

Acted out as euphoria dissipates & you delve of dimensions that before you had

Just mocked as a lack of discipline dissing your war & you didn't know that in the distant future you'd be the storybook

You detested, ignorance deforming your diligence, now your illegitimate pilgrimage to villages are spent ripping & pillaging the children & the women & all the men that you killing &

You are officially the destroyer of your religion

Lames exit my lane fast

These niggas acting like broads is who that's aimed at

With your weak lines

These 9's will rock a fella so blaze past

And I just turned this catwalk into a dame dash