[Part I]
Cayla left you, homie, yeah we get it
Nobody cares
Your career gonna fall just like your pops when he fell down the stairs
Your diss is corny, why the fuck are you growling? Are you on meth?
You fix food so bring me a salad
Where’s your girl at? Like who’s the faggot?
Oh my God, my heart is stoppin'
I heard the same flow in your song called “Choppin'”
Wait, I fell off? Fact check on your diss
I’m killin' a career that don’t even exist
Dude, your apartment is the size of my bedroom
Your thighs so fat, when Hannah gave you head she needed extra extra lеg room
Diss me then shit flips
You work with sandwiches bеcause that’s the only time you’re around pussy-shaped lips
You sit in a chair all day, how much bait can you take?
I’m surprised your spine didn’t break
You once said my raps are barely bearable?
I was at your stand-up comedy show and your jokes are fuckin' terrible
Ain’t nobody laugh
Yeah you drive a car but you all outta gas
I make art, bitch, you make trash
You like Bill Cosby for sex
My dad does shows, your dad lives off disability checks
Oh, my other ex?
I’ll shoot my mayonnaise on Hannah’s face for a better comeback
Nail in the coffin, hand me a thumbtack
L.O.L., I’m datin' someone new
Mustard packet? Boy, you need to catch up (ketchup), dude
Man, stop, I’ma let the beat drop
[Part II]
Been a week, times tickin' on the clock
Took you two weeks to write
You just proved my point you got writer’s block
Need some views? Just use my name instead
I’ma make this walking gimmick turn into The Walking Dead
I got enough dirt on you to murder you
Damn you made a video and went all out with the words
What I said must have really hurted you
I got your attention, big boy is fed
Try to kill me, bitch I ain’t even dead
You been rappin' for years but you sound like a starter
I threw shots easy so you could clap back harder
You sound mad, you a big talker
Pulled up to my house but didn’t confront me
You a big stalker
I’m the guy that everybody hates
I bet your bum-ass reuses paper plates
Spent one night at yo place
Yo bed bugs got me itchin'
If you can’t take heat get the fuck up out the kitchen
You brought a gun but I brought a knife to stab it
Sorry, I’m not gonna be friends with a drug addict who has a bad habit
Your life’s a mess
I know you can’t run but get your life on track
LSD: did it rot your brain or was you always wack?
I’m not offended by a dude who make Lil Pump remixes
That video isn’t gonna make up for how bad you rap
I set you up with the first diss, you fell right into my trap
He said, “I got better things to do,” but I don’t even find they true
That’s how you lose friends, you piece of shit
You a weak target, I feel bad for killin'
Can’t revive if you were never livin'
I’m killin' you slowly
You need to chill out before you OD
Look, I’m twice as better as you’ll ever be
Before you right a diss go take it easy on the LSD
Each time you rap you just gettin' worse every minute
But I’ll be the villain
Bitch, respond
That reaction vid was kinda borin' me
You said you’re busy
Motherfucker, we in quarantine
You announcin' streams on Twitter that nobody watches
I’d rather watch a podcast with nobody talkin'
Throw you in the oven, get burned
I got you concerned
You need some material so you make up a lie
I’m better lyrically and you cannot deny
Glad I made you rap 'cause your vids were gettin' dry
Stalkin' me, that is not it
I fell asleep watchin' your 50-minute content
Laughin' so hard, you the biggest clown
I feel bad for kickin' a man while he’s down
I’m an honest with deep confessions
You gon' need a vest 'cause I use my words as weapons
Missin' school to do drugs—truency
IG took my pic down 'cause they thought you was a female—nudity
Why you always lyin', man?
You can’t judge my appearance when you shaped like a fuckin' fryin' pan
Put the drugs down, you ain’t foolin' me
You ain’t iced out, bitch, you ain’t even own jewelry
Haven’t made a hit since 2018
Playground insults? Then I guess I’ma swing
That Censored album was so damn bad
You even said it was trash
You washed up now
You’re just a feature on your nephew’s tracks
Cal down, no, I’m not dissin' him
I bet you’re big and I’m slim
Boxin' you isn’t fair but in a battle I’ll win
You once said I ain’t trippin' on activist
Wit' you long hair and bitchy sass I might slap a bitch
[Part III]
You know inside, he really sweet and he sour
Took you three weeks to respond
I made my diss in an hour
You think that I’m scared of him?
Saw my diss, he was panickin'
Bars more blank than expressions on a mannequin (E-Eskry, turn that shit up man)
Slingin' my shots like I’m Dennis the Menace
I can’t listen to your new shit 'cause you mean after every fucking sentence
Stop the tough act, like, why you still pretendin'?
If we battle twice, boy, I’ma double win
My bars got more layers than your motherfuckin' double chin
Let you on a song but you half-ass a verse
It’s impossible to make this guy look any fuckin' worse
Yuh
Made a song called Slug, so I guess that you slow
Spot the hard act, you the softest guy I know
Spillin' the tea like a Snapple
I come at your throat like an Adam’s Apple
He just mad 'cause he know I spit the double truth
Put two L’s together, that creates a W
Callin' you out ‘cause you keepin' it distant
Took you so long to reply, shit, I forgot you existed
I’m more like a movie and you’re more like commercial
You an actor, right?
'Cause I don’t need rehearsal
Quit rap, go take a vacation
Not to rat you out but didn’t you jump an old guy at a gas station?
Dick move
Yeah
I waited almost two weeks
Where the fuck Barry at?
I see why you quit rap because talent’s what you lack
Your voice is awful to listen to
Like listenin' to forks scratch
The last rap battle you had was with a kid named Kyle
I’ma have a heart attack
9-1-1, hit the dial
Fingers dogs, but he’s not in denial
I’m the full game and you just a free trial
Like sauce, bitch, and I’m really hot and mild
(E-Eskry, turn that shit up, man)
You know you ain’t goin' easy
Took you weeks to write just to please me
After this drop, we will see who is wheezing