Warning, This song goes out to that one pussy ass rapper that was trying to talk shyt on Facebook like he can actually rap better than me, Look This is lightwork, I ain't even going to, I ain't taking this serious, But look

I've been told I'm a ticking time bomb, Who can explode with the biggest smile on

Nobody knows where the hell my minds gone, I only have control when I turn the mic on

I'm on the verge and fighting these urges, Voices in my head and all they seem do is curse and what makes worse is they're probably the first to fear because this person here will only persevere

I thought I made it clear, We are not the same, The disadvantage is unfair

So don't entertain unless you want your soul impaired, Be aware

You gon need an angel and a prayer, To save you

Or a grave will replace you, May be pencil skinny but the lead will erase you

This pen has enabled this entity named Don Dada and don't forget the G.N.D

I don't promote violence but lyrically, I'm the one that they be saying killed killer B

I mean seriously, They know I'm still a beast, Just a little more tamed but there's still a piece that's enraged

Held up in a rusty cage that can easily break so I don't think you wanna play, Fuck around and find out

It's been a minute since I laid hands on someone to turn lights out

You gon need a nightgown, Fucking bitch made clown

Disrespect what I stand on, I'll make you sit down

Wanna take it to the bars, Go and write a diss now before you get a round you're whole style will be disemboweled

Warning shots to these lame ass, Wanna challenge me but can't rap, Circus acts

Who ain't ready for the wrath but they asking for it

So, When I pull up to their show with a casket warning, That's their last performance

Pass em on in a blunt with that gas and watch the ashes fall into a pile of incinerated rappers formed way back when I would purposely be clashing for the love of the sport cause that's my calling

I really make music, Y'all raps appalling

Go back and practice and quit the crack that y'all been latching on to when you done tracked them songs man

See the fact that y'all been acting hard when y'all aren't half raw is a baffling thought although I laugh it off

I have to ask, Who respects their craft at all

Y'all ain't even worth the time, But I'm petty so I wanna see you try

Y'all aren't ready for a verbal homicide, If you looking to end it early then mention me in your rhymes

The lack of talent is a crime, No wonder why the art is at a decline

Y'all be lying everytime y'all try to speak on a mic

Claim to be someone you're not, Thinking it'll earn you stripes

Well here's a participation star, I know you want to show how proud you are

So go and hang it on your fridge and tell ya mom that you really made it big with mediocre bars

This beat is so bizarre, A.I. been a prodigy

G.N.D. G-$ET, Give no apologies to anybody who proudly wanna be in a body bag

We plan to give them all designer toe tags

So go ahead and try to stunt like you wouldn't be the next rapper rolled up in a blunt

Keep talking tough and we gon call your bluff

Cause there's never enough smoke, And I'm all for it bruh

Come on man, I'm not even trying, Like, You can't rap, So why are you challenging me, Like, We're not even doing this, We're not, That was just a little warning shot though, So, A.I. McFly on the beat