WHACK RAPPERS (DISS BARS)

All I see are backpackers, backstabbers, and crack snackers,

snack crackers, pack a Mac that'll crack ya back, act blacker,

than the midnight, this kid's tight, I'll shackle you wack rappers,

too many rhymes are spat haphazard, that's why I back track,

stacking platinum plaques, that cracker is still too action packed,

in fact I snack on my prey, half of the game is still back in shacks,

these jackers lack attack, 'cuz they know that I'm slitting throats,

I back up rhymes by stacking lines, they jack it like winter coats,

I'm pinning notes on emcees' rooms, red all on their white walls,

it's been that way since the game had the name of "Rhyme Song",

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,

will not spit off the top and get scared, then they wall their block,

they walk the walk, but never talk the talk like Waka Flocka Flame,

homage paid, I spit flames at names of the game, dropping names,

popping lame rappers, I'll hit ya dome with caps, and style's dire,

'cuz emcees are not trying, hip-hop's dying, that's why I fire,

shots at folks who have potential but never use it and lack a mental,

of hard work and success, smoking more grass than wildfire,

rap was created by the hated people, it was meant to boost ya,

you can't pay the rent and loose a, friend but invent the future,

Lord Papi Chulo, better duck and hide, you suck dick in the saddle,

getting lower than your diss track to K. Brick in the battle,

I'm raw off the meat rack, have a cow in a beef, I'm going ham,

'cuz y'all make about as much sense as a fucking homeless man,

fuck your rows at fans at your shows and damn that ain't true,

you dissing everybody on the block rapping who ain't you,

so come against me bitch and see what all my bars are about,

and Yung Jay too, bitch stop biting, 'cuz I'm calling you out,

I already told you that I'm go off the meat rack and I'm bucking,

because you know I keep my fucking heat packed like an oven,

so I won't stop 'till I drop and then hip-hop's level is back,

so come and fuck with Lucifer, 'cuz I'm the devil of rap,

come sever the track bitch