One Great Nation

I'm crackin' a fresh seal after the nonsense, scams they wanna conceal, that’s why the caucus is pompous

All of this big smoke puffin out these loud chads, and dames and these outlaws who brownnose the proud fads

You halfway sapiens with slight spark traction, but we kill serpents, so peep where you campin’

It was always a clock’s tick, look at the plot twist, that was a mosh pit

You know who’s even fouler than those paramilitaries?

The Oompa Loompas in rooms where the shit gets carried

Who don't give two fucks, and just marry all the fringe goof troops and fist throwing fairies

Underplaying your dirt is a kind dare, cause you were knees deep in that wild affair

Now who? Oh shit, the bootlick flunkies, te mill-bros and Moscow’s monkeys

The zealots re-spawned, cause y’all let them pyros keep tossin' they bombs

First off, a concept, the meaning of ascension


“A sequence advancing slowly toward a heightened dimension”


Praised is he who bellows his venom loud
, yet doomed are we by the hand that crafts our shroud


Pressin’ on our windpipe way before them seven ticks ran out, vengeance rests with ancient accusers

Misnamed as defenders, our deceivin' refusers, echo what I’m spillin’, these ain't toddlers chillin'


Ain’t nothin’ just in their plays, when the rules be shiftin’, I just nose-dived in this broke system

Got with a blade that stay concealed, Kalligraphy’s last ramble bout us was fake for real

I paid my dues, took time to build, you came back around all way too chill

A straight coward, I don’t break power, this flame showers if you overstep

A schemin’ head, you bleedin’ red, ironic how you ain't elite, but flex

You bluff too much, said you had a moment? Then it's Logan Paul

Go grab some fans or randoms, call 'em in, I roast ‘em all

You said we can’t bring friends? You’d need to have one first, bruh

And I ain’t even warmed up, and you outta breath, got swept up


Like chicks turned bros who quit when they ain’t measured up


If my sound don’t suit your tongue, here’s a rip for your lungs


Let me drop a gem, it won’t take long
, close your lips or grip this bomb

That’s cool, you think I’ll be bruised a smidge?

Throwin’ fits over your petty digs? I carved mine, you ain't earned shit


Been raw since launch day, you ain't even been to space

Now you pop up, all in the way, like we owe you praise?


I recall when respect still rang


Before folks just barked and repped with fangs


Now it’s just clowns acted like retards for beef


Y’all treat this shit like it’s promo week

Ay, fuck Kalligraphy, fuck everyone, but not me


They all trash in their own way, guess you gotta choke just to eat

Prolly got evicted twice, he ain’t shacked at his mom’s

Met his housemates in line copping PS5s that he’s on

It’s to the point I’m unsure if I clown or stay gone

He’s sadder than a honeymoon dragged through a pond

Ain’t showing up, because he ain't with the squad

Ain’t sparked no beef except when I respond

Scrolled through the threads, y’all cravin' a spar

Might as well stream it by the outlet near the car

I'd tune in, see who swings, who just stands stunned

Doubt he got kin who’d slide, not even one

His license prob'ly looks like a melted honey bun

I’d say post proof, but I know that face weigh a ton

Ain’t curious where he bunkin', or where he begun

Boot him outta here... or don’t, pick one

Whether he boxed y’all or dipped with a cracked thumb

He took the L, even if he didn’t, he’s done

It’s a show, it's some dopamine lit chaos

Even kinda thrilling, till we roast him into craters

Couldn’t care less, it’s like watchin' cartoons with traitors

Don’t need to salute who you bit off like players

Let’s face facts, when it comes to the BLVCKSHXXP you’re the most wack

And I’m not into the hype train full of throwback tracks

But you’re lying if you think you clapped the whole pack

Sometimes all that’s needed is a mic check and a slap

Like that male revue spot you chilled a few laps

Heard you earned that alias by lovin' plus-size slags

Still got bounced cause your wallet's filled with scraps

You smell wild foul and your taillight’s cracked

And I mean your tailight’s cracked as in your ass is bruised

Cause you’re a homosexual, and that’s the truth