Diss track

ima destroy your record leave your name in vain

you a wannabe rapper like gucci mane

your more trash than lil pump when he made gucci gang

ima tear you apart like eminem did lil wayne

you look like a terrorist about to hijack a plane

my bars are fire, raining down like acid rain

you look like a crackhead that injects cheetos into his vein

ive been through life you don' know the pain

you think your a god im about to end your reign

when you see me coming all you make is hate stains

when you look on the floor all you see is blood stains

your shit isnt lyrical im telling stories like mark twain

im busy slayin but i already slain

your record, you ask for a diss unlike you i can maintain

your gonna become my slave, ill make that stuff humane

you think your a god, ima run through you like a freight train

you think your a beast, all you do is give me a migraine

you have no rhyme scheme, you cant even explain

watch me become famous through the window, talk about windowpane

next your just gonna lose like im batman and ur baine

im like fast and the furious, riding in the fast lane

this acid just turned into purple rain

i cause natural disasters hit you like a hurricane

theres a storm coming better install a weather vane

this is just the beginning, like when spiderman met mary jane

nothing to lose, everything to gain

so come at me u little clown time to entertain

 

verse 2

yea,

thats right, you thought is was over,

im about to blow you away like a leaf blower

you ran out of luck, no 4 leaf clover

your like herbert who always was a loner

you thought you can beat me, ok joker

cant find the right words ur not a rapper your a choker

im spitting bars like a super nova

ima witness of jehovah

your like an alien discovered by the mars rover

im a rabbit boy your slower

the end of your career is closer

im digging in your life like a bulldozer

i aint even got time for this lets bring some closure

 

verse 3:

yea,

the fact is i kick phat raps,

not just one, i roll with my crew, you step back

The elite force like army rangers and navy seals,

I kick it operatic ‘til that fat lady squeals

Your lyrics are stuffing, so now I know how gravy feels,

I’ll call you Gerber ‘cause ya spittin’ up some baby meals