Wha’s f*ckin Wit This lyrics

[Verse One: Jakki The Motamouth]
My flows taming the worst
No, this ain't a mainstream song with a n*gga throwing game in his verse
Nor an underground song strictly aimed at most geeks
With an average ass cat spitting over dope beats
Bro please
With your ho you better be finished
I f*cked your b*tch a week ago, you better head for the free clinic
I'm a sick individual with a diseased mind
You see that pet demon over there? He's mine
f*ck your dawg, my words are more vicious
At my weakest I could scare a battle rapper sh*tless
Beef I laugh
In a battle contest with rifles strictly to beat they ass
G's stay mad
Aim at the chests of the freaks they had
Nice breasts got me claiming a set
Talk out your ass and I'll give you the runs
Superglue the lips on your buns
Now you can't say sh*t like a nun

[Hook: Copywrite] {x2}
What's f*cking with this?
We're nothing to diss
Stuffing di*k up in your b*tch
O.H. 10 we up in your sh*t
Got something to spit?
Only after you sucking a di*k
RJ on a banger
Let it bump in your whip