No Surrender [2025]

These motherfuckers must've forgot who I fucking was,

They think I'm just a punk but then they come and rub my nuts,

Call them a masseuse of Zeus

Because like Luke Perry, stroke they do

I'm precise that I can go and snipe you with no clip,

Don't need to kill ya, you're already dying for a diss,

Got Justice dancing to this beat because he likes to spit,

The shit you wish that you could think of but you write like this:

I got bitches on bitches

And your mother with no rubber.

Sorry I can't rap another , rhyme more than twice.

But I'm a gangster, yeah I'm a gangster

Why is that eighty percent of the way that their pen labor.

I just wanna put you babies to sleep for the rest of the week then wake ya.

To amazing words meant to raise ya.

Then hopefully you grow up because your wannabe gang signs want to make me throw up.

Last week I was told by a rut that word play doesn't matter when up on the ladder, like hoe what.

Oh and I suck, but they gargling bars and they all sound the same like telemarketing calls

But they claim they an OG, and they got the most heat, and they brag about smoking,

Well being a number one next to zero is the only time I'm codeine.

Normally I not an asshole, but your DNA is on my lab coat,

Fuck you and your fucking battles, got no time for fucking straggles;

You got natural talent of not progressing your thinking,

I guess your lyrics got more sense cuz it stinks...

Nah I'm just playing, lemme start over again, I'm listing

The reasons people sleep on you cuz you keep following these dreams,

I'm a different breed, a premature being with demon in me,

Screaming, kicking, pleading to be let out or he'll stop my breathing;

He can whack you, snapping your back out to wrap around the flagpole,

Or a lamppost and climb it like Mulan when she acted like a man though,

Who can pull off this type of heat without a freakin' cool off?

You are so nervous, I'll take your neurons and have them chewed on;

 

How we gonna let up

If we never will surrender?

You're just mad that you ain't better

It'll bother you forever,

All I can do is upset ya

Send the admin crying letters,

Justice imma take a breather,

Watchu got to say that's clever?

Yeah!

 

You want me to show my lyrical tendencies

Then like your dream are taking out by parentheses

Your wish is accommodating

A monster operating, on an opp while rating

An a osama bin laden inspired rading.

Other words you know something bad is gonna happen at any moment.

Take a handful of oxytocin, and pop a load in ,to your pussies posin

As anything other than a bitch.

Even when you have help , I still bust with the pen.

I take notes from R Kelly and cov-er you with piss.

Watering down you watered down rappers with toxic ambit-

ion, we on a mission of ill intention.

That's intention to be ill and we ain't missin'

 

But you can come up missing and anyone that you concomitant,

First fix your shit, or sit back and I suppose I can come edit,

Serious, I laugh at you when you think that you can commit it,

And if you got something to say to me then you can comment it;

But you won't admit it, and to me that's still a compliment,

Higher power bitch and there ain't no stopping it,

I'll lay your fake shit to 'bed', and give it a cute tickle,

Then I'll 'nail' everything down to the 'tip' of my huge 'fingers',

Wait 'scratch' that, 'pick' up from here, I'll nail the bitch

To the ground, now you're in a bag but I won't carry it in

 

But I will, why burry a bitch?

They are better then they were alive because they carry the fifth.

I know most would let the dead rest but I'd rather grab the axe and go all out on a limb.

Who's the, foul beast,

That'll, flip shit, set , around the,

low sus-

Tenance of no so lyrical genius that's a hip hop fetus stuck in vegetable like hypnosis

That will call it, super-cali-fragil-is-tic-ex-piali-docious.

Like that rhyme scheme it's Crisp you know it.

Because when I be flowin , my sharp word play cuts open

your throat , so close it.

Because I'll murder a gramm-y host, who's about to o-pen

for Ok-lama's win.

Just to get some blood in

My taste buds since I want the drenched

So I can have my daily buzz of sin.

I'm lucifers fucked up twin.

And y'all can continue to diss.

But remember, sir I'm an ender, so no surrender, till Coindrop quits

 

Nah, I don't think so