[ Featuring XZARKHAN ]
You ain't literally locked in
All these pussy rappers tryna gossip
You runnin 'round you thinking that you hot shit
'Til all your homies hearing that you got hit
You mad because I'm telling the truth
If you really got a problem come and step in the booth
The only problem is you won't because you know that you lose
Cuz I been killing pussy rappers like there's nothing to do
Like, motherf*cker I'm the reason why they bumpin your tunes
I'm the reason you allowed to take a step in the room
You only thinking that you hot because your marketing cool
Not knowing that you really cringe and actually look like a tool
But I'm a different breed of animal, belong in the zoo
That's how I know you smoking crack
You think I'm copying you
So f*ck you and you
You probably poppin them blues
I'm f*cking on your discord kitten busting on zoom
Like you ain't even gotta say it
No debating who the greatest
Rappers really think they stepping til I rape em in the anus
Pussy I don't need a hook
If you listen what I'm saying
Maybe then you'll comprehend the reincarnation of Satan
Muhf*cka I'm a beast
Muhf*cka let it go
I'm exactly what you think, a muhf*ckin asshole
Like muhf*cka what?
(Yeah)
Muhf*cka who?
This is coming off the top boy you in for bad news
Boy I'm sippin on tequila
I been swiping on my visa
I just might just f*ck around and go and cop me a Casita
Boy I wouldn't wanna be ya
Couldn't f*ck with my demeanor
I'm moving like an angry pack of spider wolf cheetahs
Go ahead and point em out because I really wanna see
Any rapper in the scene that really f*ckin with me
Because I guarantee that you ain't got the ability
To step inside the booth and really compete with me, bitch
But do you really got it like that?
I'm just tryna meet you where the mic at
Your lies don't carry weight little dyke ass
All your verses built like gastric bypass
(Yeah)
I don't really f*ck around dude
Lines like spinning saw blades flying at you
Damn, how he keep on going? How he do it?
Probably cuz I'm not an idiot under the influence
You a pussy ass bitch I ain't f*ckin around
You ain't going world wide with your molecular sound
We going round for round
We going pound for pound
And boy I promise that my ass ain't ever finna hit the ground
That was the simplest bar that I ever said in my life
But I guess I gotta dumb it down for all these other little guys
Maybe then they'll understand
Lemme slow it down for you
Your mother stupid as f*ck because she didn't abort you
*Beep*
Ayo Tone bro, calm the f*ck down bro
Like, bro, we get it we f*cking get it bro
You got bars
Man, you always spittin
How much you gotta prove you can rap bro? We get it
Like just make a f*ckin song with a hook bro
Make some catchy shit for the club, you know what I mean?
Like, just do some normal shit bro
Why you always gotta be so mad?
Man, f*ck your hook
F*ck you and everybody
And f*ck my 5th grade teacher Mrs, Gilacuddy
Boy these rappers in my hands smush em like they silly putty
I never leave the booth unless my shirt is smothered bloody
Boy this is what I do, I was born into it
I ain't have to grow up and latch on to the movement
When I step up in the show and I see these local rappers all I really do is cringe and run and puke in the crapper
