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[Intro]

This is for the man who dared challenge me,

Let this be the warning to all y'all rappers out there,

I ain't here to play,

Let's go,

 

 

[Verse]

I go for one second and you want problems,

It seems you are the one with the problems,

Be ready I'll have my lyrical bullets at your cranium,

I'm a deadly alien,

A demon who can't be beaten and for good reason,

Because I'll bring my legion like a Syrian taliban leader conflicting terrorism,

I'm the definition of white American scum,

Rippin' up this rhythm and you like venom does his victims,

One question before I continue, do you really wanna do this,

Because by the end of it you're gonna wish this diss was a myth,

Do you truly think your gibberish is impressive,

You lack the creative images to be able to diminish critics,

Like I do with these bitches who be askin' for my digits,

Look who you're trying to go against come to your senses,

Know your limits,

'Cause I have none,

Don't take me for a gentlemen because I am known to cause explosions,

While lyrically bodyin' everyone comin' at me in a rotating motion,

Sorry for the commotion but it's an obsessive form of aggression,

I'll sever your limbs because your irrelevance is evidence of your incompetence,

You and I are complete opposites, I have an audience,

Maybe not millions but enough to know when to close the curtains,

I'm a lyrical surgeon lurkin' in your basement waitin' to be able to leave you in embarrassment,

You're the opposite of intelligent,

Since when did brains naturally stop their development,

When it comes to this rap shit I'm in my element,

I'm fresher than fresh paint,

I know you're beginnin' to hesitate,

Comin' to me sealed your fate,

My bars could incinerate the Devil,

I'm a celestial judgmental criminal, I'm an immortal with no morals,

And I handle my own quarrels with my indestructible portals like I'm playin' Portal,

Do you really want to make this gamble,

Call me your mother I'll hit you with my sandal,

My possabilities to end you is immeasurable,

And if you think I won't you're out of your skull,

You want to try to keep up with me, hustle,

I'm not fond of being subtle I'll break open your bones with brass knuckles,

You compliment me but now wanna fight, get the fuck off my genitals,

My bars are toxic chemicals,

Fuck these mainstream labels,

I rape these motherfuckin' syllables,

That's why I drop fire singles,

I ain't scared of no fuckin' cocksucker comin' at me,

The only two things I'm scared of is G-O-D and my initials,

But for your sake you'd best fear my lyrical missiles,

Because I am a... GOD when it comes to this shit,

And I'll slip my dick up your chick's clit while I grip my clip and let it rip at your lip,

So next time before comin' to me, know you can stand up to me lyrically,

And if you think I just went hard, I barely went heavy,

Bitch.