[Intro]

Understand something

I don't do anger

But this faggot got me a little irritated (Ya dig?)

(And so) Anthony Wellings

(And so) you gon' get this work!

I'm here to handle it

See this is what you wanted (you gon' to jail now)

So this is what you get!

[verse 1]

You gelatin ass pessimist I'm stressing you effortless

Who told this mini-me that he could fuck with an elephant?

The fact of the matter is see

And the reason you messing with other artists

Cause you're leeching, blood-sucking for relevance

Thought twice about battling Street, so it didn't happen

Tried to get on a label with Tech, didn't happen

Tried to get Dame to acknowledge your beef, didn't happen

So you got bored and came at my neck? Well it happened

I'll drop you like bad habits, you faggot you rap rapid

But lack what I call savage, ain't none of your raps rabid

A fluffy rap rabbit, white little and soft

Claiming sick I heard your shit and had to mimic a cough

Riding other lyricist's dick until it's shriveled and soft

And they catch on and you bitch 'bout how they rippin' you off?

All the spitters have tried, but never never kicked in your jaw

So I'll be that motherfucker that'll be killing you off

Starting shit with Cryptic went on to Hard Target

But I'm a raw artist who's really a hard target

Snatching your fanbase and leaving 'em all gawking

And smacking your fag face if I see that your jaw talking

You're nothing but all bark and more pussy than cat nookie

I'm really 'gon be scared of this gingersnap cookie?

Travel his past look he's a dude that has done dirt

And used it on his allies when he feels butt-hurt

The phone call with Hop he used in his SwizZz video

Silly ho, making moves like a cop... really doe?

Really Doe?

You were cool, I would've cheerio'd

But now I want your torso to emulate a Cheerio

You were the bitch in the back of the class

Like "Niggas! But it's cool ya'll, I'm half guys I'm half,"

Then school lets out, and you snatch up your bags

Running down the block like

"Chill guys, I'm half guys I'm half!"

You always express how you help and now you try to

Getting sandy in vagina because people despise you

Bitching online like a preteen period, serious?

You're a bitch, that's why nobody likes you!

Now if your part of my squad please answer this (WHAT!)

If a nigga wages war am I a pacifist? (NO!)

I did my damages and lost a test of passion

And after this Joe, your feelings towards rap won't be passionate

Matching Sixx? I should rip your tongue up out you

The joke is your rap career's the funny thing about you!

There's talent, but the fact is it's hit or a miss

And the only success bullshit from your lips has been a diss

That and a dick, go look at this dude's views

Smooth move, your YouTube revolves around other dudes

Like why do you cry guy, what is it this week?

Your life is a lie, your unsigned and your 50?

Your sup-par wife, you're barely a guy?

In about 6 years you're likely to die?

You expect us to believe that your spitting are so proper

When they make every moment of life a soap opera?

I like that you remember me, but don't make me your enemy

Cause at my age they say that it's bad to hit the elderly

And self-career sabotage? I see you got the recipe

You whipped it up well the moment you chose to mess with me

The beastliest of entities, tell us something new to us

You went to school for audio, then why does your music suck?

I'm not the one for stepping on, I should get a weapon drawn

And pistol-whip your mother for teaching you 'bout the Renaissance!

That is the stupidest shit this bitch could have done

Cause dress like a moron, bitch look at your son

He looks like a character out of World Of Warcraft

Developers got rid of, because it needed more craft

And you don't acknowledge Tech's style you stole?

Now I get why people say gingers have no souls

Foot-beating you out your shoes

I'll beat you 'till there's no soles

And stomp you for every record you've think you've sold

Clappin' like a MAC-11, gonna get this nigga snapped in seconds

If he doesn't come back for seconds

I'm snatchin this faggot back from heaven

Bashing his head then it scatters and spreads

So sleeping on me your mattress is red

You had a choice to be circus clown, but you chose rapping instead?

Bad choice, little Anthony's been a bad bad boy

Cuz he waa-waa's making all this mad mad noise

Jokerr you're the one that be laughin at boy

See he being me? It must be lean that you sippin'

Call me maybe goes harder than any bar that he's written

I’m raw and fire back like Quick Draw McGraw and since you're the Joker, time to pull a few cards

Why me Anthony?

Was Christian too much?

You're scared of him so you say that Shizzy dude sucks?

Though, I'm ripping you up and proving your moves feline

This jester's more vamp now, he's dodging the streetlight

[?]'s gonna have [?] can be like

But nigga face facts you ain't nowhere near the best of rap, between me and street you'd met your match

Actin' like you the rap master when the fact is all you do is rap faster

Come on J.O., I'm not the one for playo

And J.O. with your K.O

[?]

Cause he’s play dough and I’m Kratos with the I.Q. Of Plato

Now I’ll showcase

That I’m ill

You’re delirious

Lyrically serious

Syllable slaughter

Semily serious dragon

Destroying dimwitted doofuses

Damaging dreams

Daring dudes

There are no excuses

Effortlessly eating entertainers

Excreting estrogenic

Equiped with an exceptional exoskeleton

Force to be wrecking with

Forcefully forcing extreme forces to use extreme force when my force ain't wrecking shit

But I’m done with this J O K E

Somebody please check to see if Jake’s ok, b

Take heed

And remember I don’t play with this pen

So for your own well being don’t irritate me again, NIGGA!