[Intro]
Brr! I texted Merk, I said I'ma go after Tory too and I'ma use the Killshot beat
He said, "Do it, but that beat's played out"
I said, "Fuck it" and I used it anyways

[Verse 1: Lil Windex]
Alright Tory you wanna do something nice for me
Do a fucking 540 and jump off the nine story
Of a tall building and die; afraid for the sidewalk
And if you survive well then fuck it I guess that I'll talk
And we can debate all the stupid things that you said
Like claiming that you're the greatest, well truthfully that's a stretch
Well yous barely making the playlist so you lose it and get depressed
Start saying shit that's outrageous well it's cute that you think you're the best
But you're not, that's just a fact, I wish that you took it back
So I didn't have to come after you like I'm looking to scrap
But you do hooks no need to rap stop sugarcoating the act
Well I'm booking you for a show and I'll go just to whoop your ass yeah
Now let me go and season the steak
Only reason you're even famous is for beefing with Drake
Yeah everybody knows can we all agree that he's fake?
(Aren't Canadians supposed to be nice?)
Well they've recently changed
Ever since you started buzzing I was questioning you
Like what the fuck is this man even asking to do
Make sad songs for when you feeling upset and you're blue? Well we got Drizzy for that
Quit tryin' to step in his shoes ayy
Next time you're out in Toronto just let me know and I'm GPS-ing a route to your condo
And we can throw and I'll come and knock you out with a combo
You got shooters eh? Well the gun in my belt is full auto, yeah
You should probably find a new hobby
Like something other than trying to steal some shine from Tekashi
And that's facts
Yeah you must be high a glue doggy you're too short to swim in the deep end
And well I'm a tsunami
You 5'4" motherfucker nice stature Tory; Bhad Bhabie in your bag that's statutory
I don't listen to your shit cause your tracks just bore me
You broke bitch go and read a Richard Branson story ayy
I feel bad for any guy on his team, he's so washed his fucking hairline is trying to leave
I'll just do this shit for charity and buy him a weave
That line's higher than me when I smoke my firest weed ayy
You went and said you wanted all the smoke
Well I'll give it to you dog you had a confident approach
But you're no match for me I just bartered you, you brooch
I'm on fire my motherfucking thermometer just broke ayy
You saying your claim to place to being number 1's like me singing amazing grace
You might as well try stepping up face to face with Tony Hawk and beating him in a game of skate (Ha ha ha ha)
It's just something you don't do
You being the best is just something you won't prove
Your career is already dead, you're nothing but old news
Man fuck being your friend it was suck just to know you
I couldn't help but to actually laugh at you
Probably one of my least favorite rappers from Canada
Man you can't compare with me, you're lacking the stamina
And the skills, fuck, everything that I have you don't have in you
I'm telling you how it is, you know that I wouldn't lie
Sales like your girl's pussy, kinda been looking dry
"Name a better rapper than me" Joyner, Crooked I, Royce da 5'9"
Should I continue or should we try
To agree to just disagree to just please listen to me
When I tell you your shit sucks it's not a diss I'm just being polite and letting you know, OK?
Mr Clean, I can hear you crying from here, like, Windy is really mean (boohoo)
Imagine living just to wind up dead, killed by a guy that has french fries on his head
And fuck a gun, my pencil is good I'll fire and lead
I don't need to resort to violence hell I'll rhyme you instead
Besides, I'm letting Don Q handle all the weapons
I was handing you an L for you to add to your collection
Man it's funny you weren't somebody I really planned to mention
You made a statement and I just happened to have me an objection
You won't last another second in this rap game
Joyner left you slumped over like you having back pains
Took some shots too, but it's clear that you got bad aim
All in all really Tory what the fuck did that gain? Nothing
So you decide that your next choice was take a stab at a legend, "I'll try to go check Royce"
Then what happened? Hmm? More silence and less noise
The way that you're getting fucked like you were a sex toy huh
But you stayed cool and kept moving
"I'll hate on Don Q in this interview that I'm doing
If he responds woo I'ma go and ruin this dude
And want any part of you so now I'm really truly as proven" that you're the worst
Now let's talk about Merk, he ate you up for dinner then dropped you into the dirt
And you ain't saying shit well sorry that doesn't work
This is rap homie man I could drop in my fuckin' verse
And I'm just jumping in for the fun
He's already out of breath but I'm still punching him in his lungs
And turning them to mush like a pumpkin that's been in the sun
You're fucking nothing to me, breakfast lunch and dinner in one, yeah
I'm only saying the run of the mill, everything I said I meant, don't give a fuck how you feel
Got him nervous, he's chugging down a cup full of pills man you do nothing but steal
Well this is nothing but skill, yeah
And that's all I wanna say now I'm putting down the pencil and I'm calling it a day
This is what you get dog, I thought you wanted it this way
I'm just cleaning up the game putting garbage in its place motherfucker

[Outro]
Yeah, but on the real, Tory as a fellow Canadian I feel like I should apologize for doing this to you so I'm sorry man, I'm sorry that I'm not sorry you asked for the smoke what the fuck you expect us to do? Brrr