[Verse]
Yeah, mhm, yo, yeah
Pull out a switch blade
On this b*tch made, motherf*cker
Got your maid and her mother to f*ck each other
You, and your incest brothers
No interest, cause in a pen test
For writing skills
I'm a kill you a few times with my rhymes
Get a line to rap battle you and make you lose
b*tch get a f*cking noose to hang from
You've been slung around by me and talented rappers
I make better sh*t than you, when it drops in the crapper
And when I see your b*tch, you know, I'm gonna tap her
On the ass, and say "I'm out of your class and league
But I know you need some c*m to feed, off of"
And of course I get rubbed off by her
Standing behind Meijers while I'm buying tires
And you know without a doubt
I wrap lines and wires around you when I rap for miles
I'll take the p*ss from you, you're getting tired
I can see it
Go the f*ck to sleep b*tch, you're gonna need it
And get hired at the Meijers
That I got head, from your b*tch at
Make you and your sh*t crew, have a heart attack
You've been talking smack
I'm only 16 and I've got skills
But you're f*cking whack
Haha, yeah
And uh, I'm laughing cause I wrote this sh*t in 5 minutes
And of course, you know I'm in it to win it
I'd normally say "if you can't beat it, get with it"
But you all suck di*k and
No sympathy from me
Cause I'm as cold as a f*cking G