[Verse 1: DJ DDawg]
I look to Eminem because his songs have purpose
DaBaby’s songs are just a bunch of lyrical sex and curses
All the boys at my school, yeah, they listen to DaBaby
When I get big Imma make a song with Slim Shady
Like “When I’m Gone” but Slim Shady, yea he made me
Walk in the room all the girls, they go crazy
I’m a rapping white boy
Imma give your girl joy
Imma explode like a Call of Duty decoy
Yea I got 2 Chainz but I ain’t the rapper
If your girl hot I’m finna tap her
You call it booty I call it a clapper
Sittin’ in my room
I’m grounded wanna call my girl soon
Realizing I can’t won’t break me
Gavin lets fight you won’t be able to take me
Fuck your martial arts
I’m throwing you like darts
I got bigger parts
Your first car finna be a shopping cart
One that you stole from Walmart

[Verse 3: DJ DDawg]
Because your a baby your favorite show is Thomas
Come to my house, I’ll tell my girl I got this
Too many clothes
I’m taking all your hoes
Lets do this fast
I’m finna kick your ass
Stealing all your cash
This gon’ be done in a flash
Under your bed I found money, your whole stash
[Verse 3: DJ DDawg]
Homie acts black but he’s fucking Asian
Don’t fuck with me bitch I’m Caucasian
Stealing your moms car you bet we racing
Bitch go back in the dark
You’ve acted tough from the start
We used to be friends
Don’t wanna do that again
Fucking bitch you’re weak
Fucked you’re sister haven’t yet but I will in a week

[Verse 4: Queezy_the_Gangster]
I wrote this Diss 2 years ago and now it’s going big
Got taken down, now redone, writing after I smoked a cig
G.K., you fucking tall, skinny, blonde fuck
Not a threat, but I hope you die like Stan’s girlfriend, tied up with your body in the trunk
Released after 2 years and now these fucking faggots salty
Why don’t I tell them back in Elementary when you 2 wanted to assault me
N.D. and me, we fought multiple times
First version of this album admitted to multiple crimes
G.K. and me fought over multiple dimes
When his bitches not even quarters, just a waste of my time
Queezy ain’t fucking around, just let this white boy rhyme
I had to make my own label because Queezy couldn’t be signed
G.K. needs to back the fuck off before we got an issue
N.D. cried in our last fight, here bitch, take a tissue
My new girls In New Jersey, after an hour she said, “I miss you”
These fucking police saw it, who hasn’t G.B. sent “Land of Diss” to?
You see how I put thought in every syllable
And even Hez wants me dead but Queezy is not killable
This ain’t Minecraft, jumping me won’t make me un-tillable
Some of these bars are invisible
Money I made on Easter, by 2 it’s divisible
My brother loves me and hates bet Queezy is forgivable
When I record shit that music video really be clickable
I wear mostly red but not gang related and not even political
Fucked her so hard, put her in the ER, surgery got her a clinical
My last album could’ve made me a real criminal
Recording my fight that bitch wanted to learn through a visual
When I record this shit, can buy a CD or download a digital
My shit real raw, underground, hard like a mineral
Got locked in my house without my girl my life is real miserable
My last girl, after I left, said that my love is irresistible
School reading my shit they need to stop taking my shit so literal
I’m not predictable
This shit is visceral
Heal yourself up, medicinal
I am invincible
This is my pinnacle
Hit it with my horn thought I was an animal, mythical
I’m done with this song I have no time for transitional