[Produced by Buckwild]

[Verse 1: Wiser Observer]

You lack the minerals and vitamins, iron and niacin

I chew and spit out gum rappers, no denying it

Even raw rappers

Spit heat

I make beef and then devour it

Super shock rappers leave them powerless

Diss tracks gone unanswered that is cowardice

I used to look up to these rappers now they tower-less

Tell you what the problem is

Contract deals and their fans on their heels got them too scared to battle it

Man you know who you are

If you don't take action then you're going to take the loss

Go one hundred percent, here's a dollar for your thoughts

Hope my calcium flow penetrate your pretty bars

Man I'm swinging pretty hard

Cause the rap game's been bullying me for really long

The game is not a jungle. It's aftermath of a war now we all plagued by a hunger

So I will server them all stone cold stunners, cause

[Hook]

Their time's limited, hard rocks too

[Verse 2: Wiser Observer]

I'm hungry and I'm furious

These rappers always spinning, man they have me all delirious

These rappers that I'm eating, man are bad for my health

These rappers' midget flows can't reach nobody, man they need a little help

So I pick them up

Then pick apart

The parts I like the best

And I eat them all

Their bony bars

My stomach's where they rest

Rest in pieces

"R.I.P." is what is written on their chest

Rest is feces mixed with MCs

I'm still hungry who is next?

Beast!

Wiser ready to feast

Flow so clean pick these rappers out of my teeth

Kiss of death for these rappers but the trigger's what I squeeze

Gun metaphor yes I rap about the piece

It's not complex

Conquest

Crown wearing cats kill them all

Pay attention, bill them all

Got control, no K. Lamar

Can't rest until these rappers living in the past tense

I'm on fire, bra

Gun for hire, bra

Rappers married to the game I'll turn them into widowers

Run away, run away here more ether comes

Kill them all, I am orphaning the little ones

Me and rap just click like the San

Your favourite rapper's plan to be the man

I will ban

I will brand

"Wiser Observer" right into his forehead

Make him understand that this beef I'm controlling

Flow so hot I know that you're a fan

Mouth piece about to blast, raise your hands

And yes I'm from the suburbs, but I don't give an Avis damn

[Hook]

Their time's limited, hard rocks too