I mean, like, I'm good

That ain't none of my business

Tell him not

Wasn't he just saying that he's better than everybody?

He's got two other rappers fighting for him

On the first day, God said, it's got to be light

I should repent for my sins, and I honestly might

You keep whining like a bitch since you got in the fight

Well, hell, I've been eating church like the body of Christ

Ryan's done like Ryan Dunn

Look what I've become

Don't try to stunt with that money shit, and your rhyming sucks

You've been declining for months

Your mind is mush

You're the symbol of a breakdown

So I'm going to beat him like a tiny drum

This kid's cap, start checking the facts

If we got bad blood pressure, said you better relax

If we have beef, we will settle it fast

I had you in your house, tied up like your schedule is packed

The devil in black, and you could catch a knot in your head

So many shots at your top, brain knot in your head

Five, five, six, starving, and it's got to get fed

Me and you, slap-sided like a shot to your leg

I'm talking hopscotch, Glock cock, at your door like knock-knock

Barrel compensated, imported, this joint is top-notch

One shot, hit him so hard, he's losing service

Now he walking around clueless like he's looking for a hot spot

Black Chevy 308, turn it to a drop top

Leave this bitch with nothing, same treatment that his mom got

Locked stop

Two smoking barrels will get your pops rocked

Creek squad, better get your boy here looking hot

And you ain't got to hit my line, we don't have to talk

It's time to grab the chalk, line him up, and tap his jaw

And you can tell your skin, they can get it out of mouth

I said out of mouth, not out of raw

Neck too red, we can fix it, I'll just snap it off

You ain't dope, you a joke, we just laugh it off

Name a single friend you have that ain't out of cost

Yeah, that's what I thought

This faggot lost

Bad salts, coatings, anti-bars, he had them all

Should have let a sleeping dog lie

But now you had to bark

Even his fans getting sick of hearing his jabber jaw

Spoiled little brat

I feel bad for your dad and mom

Fake fuck, is he real?

Then I'm Palestine

40 by the sun, burning with this calamine

Had him said that I could clock him

I'm just passing time

Sad fact is, I don't even have to try

So maybe one day, you and Just Trey could jumpstate to some lake

Way off in the cut, the sun base

There's nothing gay

I'll just tell dudes for fuck's sakes who write raps and write each other's dicks and puff faves

This shit's gay, Trey

You got something to say?

I'm a barber in a race

Come and run me to fame

I'd say, look at your career

It's dedicated to Ryan, but you can't

Cause it's fucking nuts

Cover your face

I know I'm a jerk under your skin

I hope that it works

If Ryan wants to fight, bitch, you'll be holding his purse

Baptized in his love

Stop drinking and drugs

From here forward, your whole life devoted to church

We are not the same, bitch

You're a hoe with a verse

Who wrote a poem about a man?

Holy shit, and it works

You share a common interest

Now you share a hole in the dirt

I wonder who's consoling Kurt when he shows up to work

Hey, yo, church

Stop saying that you're nothing to play with

Swastikas

That's something creative

Like you can't play with me, right?

Did you sound dumb when you say it?

It's like you're not even trying to cover up that you're racist

It's fucking amazing

The line between stubborn and crazy

The drugs are the blame if the government will come for your babies

Go on! understament

Undercovers are under the basement

Adam's a double agent working for Russia and Asia

H H H H H H H H H

Holy fuck, we are fucked

He's alone in the basement

Hopefully them shitty paintings are the only thing that he's hanging

We pray for your health and hope that tomorrow you're well

But in the meantime, yo, you need to borrow

All these rappers backstabbing and I know that it hurts

So fuck shade

From here forward, I'm throwing the dirt

You've been lying to your fans and you know that it works

Y'all need to talk to God instead of going to church

There's nothing you can do to change that this morning

You ought to be doing some thinking about where you're going when you leave this world

That one day you'll draw your last breath

Your heart will beat its last time

There'll be no more life left in your body