HOOK
I can't fuck with all these fake rappers,
friendly bobbing like we're cool and then talk about me then wonder why I'm rude,
I ain't fucking with all these fake yappers,
you're clout chasing for the game and with all that dick riding your lack of talent ain't gonna change.
I can't fuck with all these fake bitches,
acting like y'all big dogs but give no action but it's cool cos you're spineless bitches out of habit,
I've had it with all these fake pussies,
I hope karma comes and rocks your shit, middle finger to your whole fucking clique.
VERSE 1
All of you bitches are fake, you lame kids are the same,
fucking around in my lane results in lyrical razorblades,
keep running your mouths so I'll break your legs,
And I know-
-that you want my life, and they want my stripes,
and they all shine nice but each came at a price,
And it's all alright until I feel that knife start-
Poking all under my backbone, lyrically when I start to grab chrome-
and blast anybody that acts wrong, so I'll take my pen and crack ya dome,
I cause slit veins and ripped brains, when I go in I'm insane,
You bitches are fake and I can't relate,
Cos my Asian ass keeps it one hundred like a test that's aced.
I see through you posers and bitches, and since day one I knew that y'all fishy,
You wannabe posers about as real as Ms Piggy,
y'all like some cartoon bitches industry planted by Disney.
2Shot I've always known that you wasn't true, so have a nice life but fuck you.
HOOK
I can't fuck with all these fake rappers,
friendly bobbing like we're cool and then talk about me then wonder why I'm rude,
I ain't fucking with all these fake yappers,
you're clout chasing for the game and with all that dick riding your lack of talent ain't gonna change.
I can't fuck with all these fake bitches,
acting like y'all big dogs but give no action but it's cool cos you're spineless bitches out of habit,
I've had it with all these fake pussies,
I hope karma comes and rocks your shit, middle finger to your whole fucking clique.
VERSE 2
These little kids are fake that's a given, they'll easily turn on your ass in a minute,
You gotta remember this poser hates rhythm, never trust this snake cos he'll be on a mission to get ya,
I don't wanna be the one to break it to ya, but you mother fuckers talking shit so imma bring it to ya,
yapping like it's their only hobby, this one shot won't be a K.O but the death of ya.
If you don't get my bars just say it, too busy sucking each other off don't spit it,
I know that in your head you're wishing I'd go out like a bad transmission,
Let me catch my breath- -fuck you Strain I ain't done yet,
Slim3, I know a game like chess, since you a fake like Baws keep blowing that pig, clarinet.
Don't avoid me Shot, on the level why you faking bitch?
Writing disses about me behind my back but to my face you ain't saying shit,
The childish shit you do? I can't do it. So either be all in, or be all out,
I don't need your shit verses on their band wagon, but since you hopped in I'll watch you fall out.
Anybody can get called out, I don't need your fake group trend,
Shit, I've been down that road before, and I ain't tryina go back again,
All of RapPad knows your group isn't true,
So have a nice life but fuck you.
HOOK
I can't fuck with all these fake rappers,
friendly bobbing like we're cool and then talk about me then wonder why I'm rude,
I ain't fucking with all these fake yappers,
you're clout chasing for the game and with all that dick riding your lack of talent ain't gonna change.
I can't fuck with all these fake bitches,
acting like y'all big dogs but give no action but it's cool cos you're spineless bitches out of habit,
I've had it with all these fake pussies,
I hope karma comes and rocks your shit, middle finger to your whole fucking clique.
