// Intro 1 (PK13)
The fuck Nas's failed copy
and XF dick-sucker
dissing us for?
Yo Jonahh, hit me up with a verse, I'm tired.
Alright, uploaded on the prayer's hour, 3:00 AM,
Do your research, listen in close, bitches.
// Hook 1 (PK13)
Stomach acid, get you shaken up.
Shut the fuck up.
Brothers gotta go,
do not compose
Bitch ass, go buy a home,
you rent a suburban home.
Now your hustles undone?
Brothers gotta go,
no moral code?
Stomach acid, get you shaken up.
Bitch ass, stop buyin' hoes,
this roulette table, your first approach?
Heres me, PK, not yet before-known for nuthin' ... Here we go
// Verse 1 (PK13)
Fuck X Factor!
Fuck you, Spray my venom, like a death adder,
the best rapper.
I add death to gen x.
I don't need no enhancer,
bitch, just step backwards.
Rhyme with y'all fake ass members,
Like they enchanters.
Get you to Kilimanjaro
for the cliffhanger.
Kill em with vocal vibrato, I'm a risk taker.
All y'all Christmas movie villains ain't gon' make it to tomorrow.
You're better off living in sorrow.
At the crossroads of life,
never found a way to the talkshow.
Get trapped in a warzone, make ya seen as a lost soul.
It's almost over, tell me, why y'all don't take the long road?
Beat on ya head like bongos, that's foremost,
along with me stealing your wardrobe.
At strongholds, where the strong holds,
Here's something for show, make X Factor crossbones.
[I hope not one of y'all grow old.
Like a ghost on your porch,
this ain't what you feel when the wind blows.
Pickpocket, hold your phone
Misconduct, now blow-for-blow.
Despondent, get off your growth hormones.
But you'll never get THAT big, cuz the fact is your songs and shows won't grow, not no mo'.
So fuck X Factor, tryna get y'all outta the batter.
My battery shit that shatter your cavity, label you with disorder.
Imposter, I oughta send y'all far away like explorers to gibraltar.
Fuckin' spitballer, rapping ain't for you.
Get ya a recorder or two,
cuz your shit has been less accurate
than damn space storm troops.
Look into my fortunes, unnail the horseshoe
all through with a corkscrew in your ear all day,
what's my name? PK. Okay, that's a false move,
what you bout to do? A lawsuit? Who you gon talk to?
Buddies at X Factor, bitch, what the fuck?
In the spring, I still kick, my dick get you muffle up, muthafuck the X.
Who you gotta summon up, so y'all can bundle up in tears.
XF, give me lines now, come on. Don't play with me.
// Hook 2 (PK13)
Stomach acid, get you shaken up.
Shut the fuck up.
Brothers gotta go,
do not compose
Bitch ass, go buy a home,
you rent a suburban home.
Now your hustles undone?
Brothers gotta go,
no moral code?
Stomach acid, get you shaken up.
Bitch ass, stop buyin' hoes,
this roulette table, your first approach?
Here's Jonahh to pop a cap in ya dome.
// Verse 2 (Jonahh)
hey blanco, the names half devil, half bleached out
sixty on the roster, four awake the rest are peaced out
built your XFactor like a brand, but the brand is leaking, seeping out
every members a ghost soldier, pension check, deceased about
the devil in the alias but the only hell you reached was doubt
ran from KC like a witness on a federal subpoena list
got ghost quicker than your XFactor members you seeing this?
sixty signatures on a roster that dont really exist
gen Xtra sleepy, 50 something and still swinging and you miss
call it XFactor but the only X that matters is the one you dismissed
and every goddamn punchline ends in -ation like a nervous tic
determination, concentration, the whole constellation schtick
brother dr. seuss had more range and he wrote for kids
this niggas flow a medication that expired, still selling it
same suffix every bar like you got a deal with the suffix grid
diablo, lets autopsy the alias while were at it, chief
diablo means devil, blanco means white so devil with no heat beneath
sixty members in your camp and four breathe do the math underneath
thats not a faction, thats a fraction, and the fractions missing teeth
buddy built a dynasty on sand and now wonder why it wont grow leaves
mr sleepy, you been rapping since the clinton administration
literally 'cause -ations been your only creative foundation
the Ks applied pressure and you picked up, chose vacation
fifty something summers and you still aint found your station
and your dickriders gas you up with manufactured validation
sixty in XFactor four post, the other 56 log on to clap
the math on your movement reads like attendance after a relapse
D.B a ghost pepper name, cool whip wrapped combat
im jonah in the belly of the beast, swallowing you, front to back
your empire fits inside a chat where nobody answers back
// Outro (PK13)
So listen, fuck the whole X Factor, get the hell outta here, fake ass niggas.
Fuck this bitch ass nigga kalligraphy dissing and all'at, and fuck whoever's with him.
Whens a response gon' be out, fuck all y'all tryna doubt any new niggas in the game.
I'd come after you too, hate to see it.
Pray for em.
