Word Play lyrics

[Chorus]
My name controversial like Dr. Gay Hit-
I won’t finish it, but you better quit
No more filler, this here about the wordplay
Lyrical killer, you stuck in an enclave (ooh)

[Verse 1: Gleason]
I got Kieran moving dyslexic, making all type of typo’s
My grime’s a lifeboat in an ocean of lifeless like-voles
Digging holes, these guys ain’t doing sh*t, they might as well quit
Smooth Michael, these guys ain’t got no hits, these guys-so talentless
My talent’s the best, I can turn any sentence into something to flеx
I mash up the decks, and like, my bars just keep еxpanding
No matter what you say, you know the kid’s outstanding
You dun got left stranded, my bars like a lyrical encampment
Leave c*nts abandoned, go hype, that’s standard, got your crew disbanded
Test me and I got the 6 high in the sky like Niki Minaj did (haha)

[Verse 2: Gleason]
And now this prick Luke wants to fight me?
I got the world p*ssed like parental advising
You c*nts softer than melted Icecream
I’ll knock out you fast, helter-skelter, light-beams

And incase you think I’m about to refrain
I ain’t afraid of that sh*t, like Kieran to the Diss-Game
I’m on top, I’ll knock any of you out, yeah on god
The way I’m making moves, I got her jaw dropped
f*ck Miller, f*ck Kelly, f*ck [?], f*ck Kieran
Anywhere I go, I win, you can’t see them
Cut off your nose, leave these hoes bleeding
With bars more receding than Ashton, Stephen (get it?)

This prick wants to fight me, I’ll end that quietly
I’ll bend that, 90, leave you, breathing, so damn, slightly

(Haha)

[Chorus]
My name controversial like Dr. Gay Hit-
I won’t finish it, but you better quit
No more filler, this here about the wordplay
Lyrical killer, you stuck in an enclave (ooh)

[Verse 3: Gleason]
Scene doesn’t respect you, I don’t respect you either
Make moves madder than Mia Khalifa with a meat cleaver
I’m chopping beats, and I’m paying for beats (get it?)
Kieran, shut the f*ck up, I’ll knock out your teeth!

Seems like I’ve found out which of us is more active
I’m handing out L’s like f*cking pamphlets
I’ll vaccinate you, against terrible taste
Your last 2 songs, they’ve gone to waste
But before you respond, here’s some preliminary material
I’ve already killed you, going again would be serial
Let’s end this beef here, with me as the Victor
Or else I’ll massacre you, so you could call me Hit-
[Outro]
Hahah