Intro: n*ggas think they spitting game. But I only let them on the track to complete my album. f*ck it. They ain´t sh*t
Verse 1: f*ck yall. All of yall. Yall n*ggas suck. All yall n*ggas f*cks. Yall n*ggas stuck. HA! Yall n*ggas. Yall n*ggas. Yall n*ggas ain´t sh*t. Yall n*ggas need to sit. b*tches like you get in fits. f*ck yall. All of yall. Yall n*ggas suck. All yall n*ggas f*cks. Yall n*ggas suck. Ha! n*gga you said I could make as much money as drake. But his flow keeping me on to the paper, goodness sake. UH! Flow slick like a snake. UH! All yall n*ggas fake. f*ck yall. All of yall. Yall n*ggas suck. All yall n*ggas f*cks. Yall n*ggas stuck. HA! (Nah f*ck this. This is an example of diss songs this generation. You wanna hear a real diss song.)
Remember? That fight? Funny right? You say I lost but we both had the same sh*t to write. And you b*tch ass tomboy. You think you tough? Don't waste your breath, don't waste another one of yo bluffs. You've lost so many. Get it? You are full of bull. Your apparently smart enough to push a problem that says pull. Goth b*tch. Little prick. Go f*ck one of yo girls. Cause I be right after you buying her sh*t like rings and pearls. Same with erin b*tch! I'll f*ck yo girl, and put yo ass in shock. But while I'm hitting that, you can go and f*ck 2pac. Chinese b*tch. Eat some sh*t. Cause I'm the one n*gga you lost. I'll rub on your pus*y and try to make you c*m soy sauce. So f*ck fiona, f*ck gabe, f*ck luca, jenna, f*ck alyssa, f*ck ava, kelly, f*ck every mof*cker that gets on my nerves. See. That's a real f*ckin diss. None of that dumb sh*t yall fake rappers be doing nowadays
Outro: *Mumble* 40x: You think you spittin game