Prepared To Cull ft. Fallsway, N...

"X factor, I'm so sorry for dissing you, and making false accusations.

Your all really nice people..."

'Ah, maybe I need just a lil more attention.'

*Drops anotha diss*

 

Stop and listen, yo I got a proposition,

Drop the dissing and stop chasing the top position,

A bunch of cold souls living in some hot conditions,

Giving you the possibilities they gotcha wishing,

For the fame and the gold, to be gaining control,

But the payment and toll, is the claim on your soul,

Feelin drained cause they stole what you came with and rolled,

Leaving you with nothing but the pain you withhold,

The same road, you've been going in circles,

But you know you can't stop, cause you know it's inertial,

And no one is merciful, so don't take it personal,

Learn to be versatile, observe it and burn a bowl,

Turn your whole perspective into that of a detective,

Ward away the bad, like a dad that's too protective,

Let live and let die, we all just try to get by,

Don't assume you're more important than the next guy.

 

Who you think you are, comin' at my crew?

Bitch, I may be new, but I'll still leave you black and blue

Black sheep makes an easy target, let me go and get my true

Big blue, go "Pew!" and have you dropped in two

Seconds flat, I don't need a track, a verse is one and done

You can't rap, you're wack, bitch, you're just a bum

You're either on crack or smack if you think you can step to us

I'll whack your bitch ass, now, here's why you suck:

One, you're a motherfuckin' narcissist

Two, you act like you spittin' fire like an arsonist

Three, you're just makin' a scene like a dramatist

Four, half your shitty lines contradict each other

Five, you're incompetent, six, you're retarded, bitch

Seven, you can never have peace, just wanna politic

Eight, you don't belong here, you're a colonist

Nine, you're talkin' in circles, be a columnist

Ten, your diss tracks sound like playground insults

So I'ma kick your ass 'til you can taste my insoles

Your beefs don't go anywhere, I'ma show you results

About six of them from my cocked back pistol, get smoked like crystal

 

Well look who decided to pretend they’ve got some remorse

Only to go right back and drop another lame ass diss after you said no more

But then your thirst for clout couldn’t sit still, you’re about as sincere

As a used car ad, acting like you’re the second coming of something severe

Yelling Top 3 like anybody outside your fantasy land gives a damn

Let me hit you with a dose of reality, you ain’t even top 30 and that’s a fact

You’re not the GOAT, you’re not a lamb, you’re not a black sheep

You’re a loud little creature howling for relevance you never received

It takes a special kind of stupid to come at my team

You knew who you were swinging at and still couldn’t land a thing

All you did was write your name on a list of walking Ls

You want eyeballs, that’s why you throw shots in every direction, can’t you tell

That the only thing you’re pulling in is pity and cringe, boutta be a vegetable

You’re outclassed, your downfall isn’t just inevitable, it’s scheduled

You’re a stain on the name of this site, plain and straight

Ain’t nobody makin' space for your bassless takes, you made a grave mistake

You’re brainless, tryna invade a domain you ain’t made

For, with lines flatter than a pancake on a plate

 

Alright, bitch, I said I would ignore your ass instead of a response

Then you started trash talking, you know we’re getting this shit on

Bitch, you’re messing with the wrong folks, I got weapons in my palms

Stepping with my squad, pussies wanna FAFO but we’re never gonna fall

You’re so fragile, I smacked ya, you couldn’t even handle half the smoke

That’s facts, so quit cappin,’ oaf, snatch a bowl and then I grab some apples, bro

And add some flour, but fuck an apron, my flight path ain’t landing, hoe

But I’ll let you be the pie-lot, cause if you think you boutta crack X, you’re being irrational

Me against this skill-less cheapskate is like Rudy vs. Wilt, what I’m say-

-In’ is basically that you got killed, and you’re gay, so quit milking our gang

Your entire career is built off our names, so how can you not at least feel a bit lame?

And guilty, ashamed cause the guild that you hate is the same fuckin’ guild that instilled all your fame

Yeah, boasting and claiming you’re the greatest in the whole goddamn nest

And don’t go and attempt to pull some fake ass quotes out your head

Bitch, you tried to take every X Factor member’s votes and declare them faux

So explain that bro, the haters are a plague that I’m prepared to cull

Cause I’m a bounty hunter, and you getting folded, that’s the way I roll

So when you throw in the towel, it’s just paper yo, but either way, you’re terrible (tear-able)

 

Thought you were done dissing, bitch

Too bad you don’t know how to keep your mouth shut and STFU

Now fuck off pussy