Special Correction (KO-Doomzday,...

Uh, fuck that

We back, bitch

 

Ay, I’m with GenXjeezy, RapBoat and Kaztasyde

You’re on KeyJ, KO, and Kas2’s side

And right now KO is on Day’s package, like

Mario, that shit look like a mushroom, homie y’all lack in size, call it a scanty pipe

Since I know it’s green from your jealousy, actin’ like you’re Bad but why

Though when yo ass was less Dangerous than a panda fight, KO bearin’ the weight with how amped he’s rid-

-In’ that bamboo tight, cause watchin’ this fatass slob eat it/beat it’s the saddest sight

Bitch got so much matter, like MJ it doesn’t matter, you see it all black and white/wide, bitch

Like Dave Blunts, yeah, he’s Day1, Kanye is CLK if they decided to race switch

Except you don’t have the black card meaning that you’re just 2 racists

Know you racin’ to the top, grannies askin’ us who raised em, and they grew up in the 50s

That’s how you know you’re too brazen, XF never did that bull, but keep drinkin’ that Kool-Aid bitch

And since I already threw race in/raisin, I know y’all would pick purple because y’all seem to choose grapin’

I won you those 2 battles vs. KRT, and if it weren’t for that, you’d have a negative record

I’m taking imperative measures and you’re upset since you can’t sustain my executive gestures

Chester’s Chicken, grief stricken queef lickin’ thieves with beef best believe we can

Uh, give you special correction, boutta reset your direction, it’s called directive momentum

Like an idgit who said he’d flame and then switched like “ooh I’m too tender too”

Since I Fried him the first time I dissed this goon, in other words, not only is he chicken, he’s crispy, too/Crispy2

He said he sent me to hell, so I guess this faggy’s Satan, which makes sense since they both live in their daddy’s basement

You like to fake quit then come back, like a diet Exho

You made a sex joke while talking about how God saved you from making sex jokes

Gen didn’t rap about diddlin’, he expressed facts, but didn’t you do that shit? Damn, entrapped

Wrote them 2 albums with just your left hand, I control your ratings so don’t drop your next track

“It’s rigged,” they said that, but when we ran the Vote Betting System they would all get stacks

I’m communist with this shit, everybody fed, yeah, so it ain’t a dead giveaway, but it’s a red flag

(2:11) Uh, bitch, my Explorer got the suspension, we ridin’ in the high end, it’s your horror

Motherfucker in the backseat of this bitch and we gon pull up, and you know it’s awfully

Anthem-like, these snitches run, my foreign gettin’ shot at so I swerve into some 4ks bitch my aura y’all can’t top that

45 cuck glukkers sobbing, got the .40 Glock we finna drill through all these fuckin’ bodies

Hoes try hurtin’ rulers, you’re gay, slidin’ on yo block, windows down, widows now

Shit goes down like syndrome y’all got, no diss to my midface crowns

Y’all comin’ up for water, what’s that shit about, since you claimed our “coming up” is faulty, now you finna drown

Basically what I’m talkin’ is don’t dick around, or you might just end up like Bonnie, so blue bitch a drought

Is what you wish for, but be grateful, hateful losers do usually get a plate full

Of ruined potatoes, tastefully spoon-fed, you’d best be thankful, damn

 

Ay, haters are pussies