[Verse 1: Louverture]
Send shots at me? Ima blast back
Bullets hits you like rat a tat tat a
Infecting the game, straight up virus: I’m that bad
I might just corrupt your data

Team f'yooch stack chips like Oscorp
Bitches tryna fuck for sport
Rappers fake, dick ride like whores
But hate on me behind closed doors (yeahhhhhhhh)

[Chorus]
They just mad they ain’t got it like that
These n***as mad they ain’t got it like that
These n***as mad they ain’t got it like that
These n***as mad they ain’t got it like that

They just mad they ain’t got it like that
These n***as mad they ain’t got it like that
You ain’t worth nun, ain’t got it likе that
You just hating on me cause I got it like that

Opps dеad and gone, smoked like a bong
I got bitches in Hong Kong popping pussy to my songs
100k on my songs, your mom hoeing in a thong
E-celebs on my shlong, the rap game all in my palms
[Verse 2: Vasto]
I got the game in my palms, (bitch), talkin on Lou? You put yo life in danger
N***as be really Mystique, they hear my flows get geeked and they all try to take em
If he keep runnin his mouth? We put the fye to that shit now we turnin' the chamber
Dante, bitch, two bangers, talkin that opp shit, he in a closet attached to a hanger

I catch him? Ima send him to hell, me n Lou? Yeah, we Sonic and Tails
This blick hit like Zygarde: just leave a cell, swingin this blick like a flail
Known assassin for hire, if we don't hit shit we spinnin' right back like a tire
Cook his ass up Jambalaya, hitting his shit now watch him flip now, he see black and white like Nior

[Chorus]
Opps dead and gone, smoked like a bong
I got bitches in Hong Kong popping pussy to my songs
100k on my songs, your mom hoeing in a thong
E-celebs on my shlong, the rap game all in my palms

They just mad they ain’t got it like that
These n***as mad they ain’t got it like that
These n***as mad they ain’t got it like that
These n***as mad they ain’t got it like that

These n***as mad they ain’t got it like that
These n***as mad they ain’t got it like that
You ain’t worth nothing, ain’t got it like that
You just hating on me cause I got it like that
~beat switch / skit~

[Loose Cannon Android: HorrorFae]
Surrender... or be subject to unimaginable horrors
I came here to kick ass and take sexy pictures and I'm all out of space
You are now engaged in cyber warfare

[Verse 3: Louverture]
Look at my clique, click! We pull up so vicious
It’s bout time to cross off your name off my hit list, you get turnt to a spliff quick
My gun stun ‘em, as he freeze get to blasting, I flee the scene and take out 6 more assassins
I’m sniping pilots out they ‘copters, they crashing, tanks rolled up on me, blew ‘em up it’s straight madness (hah hah)

Dear rapper, I don’t want hear you nagging in my ear if praise ain’t coming after
All of the hate and doubt y’all spewed at me done turnt me to a master
Chopper yap like a damn Marshall, not Mathers, you talking smack only gets the beast in me madder
I pen a vocal blow to foes, leave ‘em knackered, to pay the bills, turn opps to ghost, wet mah scabbard

I’M ON MY GET RICH OR R.I.P SHIT
PUSSY BOI, I MOONWALK ON YO BEST SHIT, FUCK MODESTY
RAPPERS TRYNA VTUBE NOW, ‘MEMBER BACK THEN THEY WAS MOCKING ME
WAY AHEAD OF THE CURVE, I’M A TRENDSETTER, THAT AIN’T HARD TO SEE

YOU DON’T LIKE ME? THEN COME SHOOT ME, N***A, YO BITCH IS CALLING ME POOKIE, N***A
I GOT - 5 DIFFERENT ALBUMS DROPPING ON THEY HEADTOP, AWW, YEAH! I’M STRAIGHT BUTCHERING N***AS
IF WE DON’T SEE EYE TO EYE OR WE NOT GON HANG THEN I DON’T FEEL LIKE WORKING WITH N***AS
DON’T TRY TO PLACE YO NAME ON MY DAMN ACCOLADES IF YOU NEVER SUPPORTED ME, N***A
[Verse 4: Ham Sandwich]
If I let it bus I ain't tourin with n***as
Hell I'm barely recording with n***as
If I put the pen to the pad, I know I can't afford to be giving
These n***as a carry job

Bitch I walk with that bat, like I'm Barry Bonds
And I'm keepin this gat in my carry on
Draco gon leave his top red as Belserion

Walk with a nine, if he try me, I'm baryon
N***as thinkin it's sweet on the cyber, so I had to pop out
Posted so many n***as outside of his crib
I don't think he's ever gonna walk out

The only thing that we have in common is
Both of us keep our burners anonymous
But your burner and mine ain't synonymous
Even though we both use em for talkin shit

Aye, for real
I let it speak for itself
Facing the fire, and he finna melt
Like he beefed with a tiefling in hell

It's making em sick when they see me do well
Read they comments while gettin my dick sucked
Wondering why n***as want me to fail
So unbothered I can't even tell

[Outro: HorrorFae]
That was quite the ruthless display, King Louverture

[Skit: Professor Kuro]
Lou... what have you done!? Look around you... you didn't have to leave the scene this desolate!
I see now... THERE IS NO STOPPING YOU!
*crowd booing*
But... you're all free no-
*gunfire*
Quickly! To me my Loose Cannons!