[Intro]
I said, do we have a problem?
Huh?
U. S. who? U. S. R.?
Now you better get your stanky asses up outta here before I cause a nuclear holocaust up in here fool
That's right boy, you better get on outta here
And don't come back

[Verse]
You said you wanna battle, your channel is lookin' fragile
You can't grapple with me, dawg, I'm about to lay down the gavel
I'm the judge, jury, executioner, you in no man's land
This battle's planned, for sure, but is it gonna fit in with yo plans?
So whatchu gotta say, bitch, I'm a legend in the makin'
This ain't meant to help my career but for you, it's groundbreakin'
You had to talk me into this like, "Aaron, won't you please diss me?!
I bought a bunch of subs, so if I quit, they won't miss me"
You unpopular twat, you a generic Kid Rock
This flock of geese about to fly to ya block, if you wanna talk
And we can scrap it out, like I shoulda done on your verse
On white trash, that shit was ass, time to get you a hearse
It's consequential for you tryin' to hop on an instrumental
But you're special, bury you with a participation medal
Close them hearse doors and put a brick on the pedal
Drive your ass off a bridge and send you back down to your level
Boy, I'll flex on you, I'd press next on you
Say the wrong thing, mothafucka, and I'll have some rednecks on you
Check on 'em, he's got sweat on 'em
Playin' russian roulette with a semi automatic and he's next up
It's a hard pill to swallow, you can't make it in the scene
'Cause you've been doing this 20 years, while this is new to me
But you're a starvin' artist, and now you stepped up to my plate
Little did ya know, bitch, that you about to take the bait
You'll be screaming for your life, as you ask for forgiveness
We have no expectations from you, Evan, just stay fearless
That'll be your downfall, you'll be with the mothballs
Added skeleton in my closet, it's fuckin' curtain call bitch
Ugh, and I'm a beast with the mic and you know it
Put your channel in the dirt, add water and tryna grow it
Whatcha been doin' just hasn't workin' out for ya
So you needed this battle, but I'll be castin' all this shade on ya
Heard your diss before you wrote it, boy you ain't got no shit to say
Since you gonna try, lemme give all these bars away
Say I'ma cheap Church or I'm holdin' some more pounds
But then again, that's why you'll be KO'd in the first round
You know, I didn't want to do this, but you asked for it
I've been goin' the speed limit, while you had to floor it
Let this be a lesson not to ever fuckin' step to me
My gas tank is full, while you're runnin' on E
It's funny to me, you think you runnin' a beat?
Really, I just hear you steady runnin' off beat
You don't want it with me, I'm barely showin' my teeth
This a warnin' growl before I go and sink them in deep
Hold this L, son, 'cause my hands are full of dubs
After all, I don't need a group to go and buy me subs
Whoops, I meant I don't need no false friends
That will take and take from me when they ain't with me in the end
Yeah, garage band, no hit wonder, it's a wonder
That you didn't try to diss me while doin' a fuckin' cover
Run for cover, mothafucka, it is my fire that you're under
Yeah, you got a pistol while I'm equipped with a chopper gunner
Fuck the beat, let's get this out of the way
Fuck the battle and everything, I just got one thing to say
If you really want to make in this life doin' this music
You gotta take a look around and see who is with you cruisin'
If they aren't workin' just as hard as you, you gotta lose 'em
Like I said before, watch out for the ticks, and who you're choosin'
It's a toxic ass lane and all they want is the fame
You gotta worry about yourself and how you will leave your name
Keese