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It's the Goat, and you lookin' like a plate of curry goat, You a fluke, plus you broke and your pockets on float, And you can't make a decent record to save your soul

You might sell some records if you put yourself up for sale, Yeah, right, if I put a mixtape out tonight, And you put out a mixtape too, you wouldn't even get a view

You washed up, you like 52, 53, You just an ugly old head that be thinkin' he can rap, And I don't even feel comfortable callin' you trash

'Cause you a special kind of garbage that a trash bag can't bag, And it's sad 'cause you used to be on my respect list, But you trash now, you just a garbage can, And you need to get lost, put yourself on the curb

Or you could get burnt like when the stove get turned on, Your verse is all long, your hooks is all trash, Your bars is so bad, they make me wanna laugh, Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha

You lookin' like some food and I just ordered takeout, You a sellout

Your whole face, it just look out of place, And I just think you should take some time off and do some soul-searchin'

'Cause when you rhyme, I could tell you don't know your purpose, And when you write, you don't know what you writin' for, Your flow sound like you never been inside a cypher before

You a biter, plus you stole the way I write, And you ain't never had a car, so how you ridin' on bikes?, You say you got dogs, but where's the proof?, 'Cause I could call some dogs to come and bury you

You ain't street, you more like sesame, You ain't street, you more like sesame

Crushin' you, Hulk Hogan, Put the dirt on you, Some spiritual, You a false god, tryna cross with me, Rappin' 'bout your girl, That's where you lost me

You rap your life with other words, 'Cause I saw a couple of interviews, You a nerd, I know some homies in the street, They never heard of you

So they never heard your street talk, I don't understand it, Tryna say you better than me, You on another planet, I ain't gon' be nice to you

I can't stand it, I won't be nice to you, I ain't a fan of you, You a Long-gone rhymer to me, I am the General, I been rippin' up the league

I'm the veteran, You still ain't rappin' better than me, So keep workin', I ain't gon' be cool with you, You ain't the person, You think you are