ANNIHILATION

I ain't even 'bouta go wait for the drop

First off, I'ma go right to Ceecill

Take his head off, make it pop like a pencil

Grimmmey wanna talk, I'ma do that boy like Slashest

I'ma get the sword, then I slice off his mental

I'm the real Quandale, suck my dingle

Zeph is a hoe, he a bitch when I see him

They got me revved up, and I'm goin' for Buko

I turn to a demon if they wanna see it (Bitch!)

God flow, but they know I'm a rap god

He talkin' on the net, we gon' get that boy slap boxed

They think I'm a G, but I walk like a goat

I put that boy in a pack, I'm the number one Packgod

Like a Naruto episode, you a motherfrickin' filler

If you sayin' that you will, I'm the prod' I'm WXLLER (WX-XLLER)

And if they say that dissin' is one of the drugs

Then I think, honestly, I think that I'm the dealer

I only go for blood like a homicidal killer

Gimmie Grimmmey, I'ma have to hit him with a pillar if they see me

I'ma have to hit him with a chopper or a simmy

I don't really think they really got a problem

D-d-damn, y'all fucked up puttin' us on the same song

It's me and Aqua 'bout to put y'all to shame

All of y'all are some bums, who are you tryna save face for?

I think you should go back to your mother's basement

Fuck a ****'s feelings, I ain't retractin' a statement

W-why Ceecill look like he 40? He ancient

W-we got Team 4's mom's in the fuckin' rotation

I don't sneak diss ****, I make it blatant

Packgod gettin' packed up, what he sayin' doesn't matter

All I hear is, "yap, yap," can you please just cut the chatter?

Just because you rap fast, don't mean that you any better

Packgod takin' back shots from KSI

Mix your own vocals, give that shit a try

It's Quandale Dingle here, I got the .9

Team 4's producer wasn't there, what's that like?

Me and Aqua cook you all in the fye

If you not Team Oreo, then, lil' bitch, it's up

Buko out sad, he don't get any women, huh

Watch party, watch y'all lose on the cinema

Y'all not winnin' this, you better off-

Hate when they talk on my name, bitch ****

When I walk in the room, I'ma have four triggers

Got one for your gang, got one for your mom

Got one for your sister, and you number one hitta

Move in the room like I'm Wu-Tang, ****

Hit him with the big stick, going boom, bang, ****

I don't give a damn 'bout no teams

If I go for your head, I'ma go for your roommate, n-

Lil' boy really wanna talk on the net

Make his head spray down like the OLED can

Not the OLED can, but the Kool-Aid man

When the chopper got boom, it be like, "Oh, yeah!"

W-wow, aye, I-I-I gotta do what it takes

Cl-clock out the mo'fuckin' shift, when I look at my phone

I'm like, "How many bands did I make?"

Any damn team that ain't us, I can look at your mama and see she thinks you a mistake

Y-y-yeah, I could talk shit for fun, but I-I-I came here just to say it to ya face

I make a pussy wanna quit music

Man, that shit trash, man, that shit fruitless

Wanna talk on me, bitch, better get to it

Stuck in traffic, hope y'all never get through it

At the red light, hope your pillow warm on both sides

Hope you go out shoppin' for a new shirt, and everything is out in your size

Damn, my homies cuter than your guys