Intro: N***as think they spitting game. But I only let them on the track to complete my album. Fuck it. They ain´t shit

Verse 1: Fuck yall. All of yall. Yall n***as suck. All yall n***as fucks. Yall n***as stuck. HA! Yall n***as. Yall N***as. Yall n***as ain´t shit. Yall n***as need to sit. Bitches like you get in fits. Fuck yall. All of yall. Yall n***as suck. All yall n***as fucks. Yall n***as suck. Ha! N***a you said I could make as much money as drake. But his flow keeping me on to the paper, goodness sake. UH! Flow slick like a snake. UH! All yall n***as fake. Fuck yall. All of yall. Yall n***as suck. All yall n***as fucks. Yall n***as stuck. HA! (Nah fuck this. This is an example of diss songs this generation. You wanna hear a real diss song.)
Remember? That fight? Funny right? You say I lost but we both had the same shit to write. And you bitch ass tomboy. You think you tough? Don't waste your breath, don't waste another one of yo bluffs. You've lost so many. Get it? You are full of bull. Your apparently smart enough to push a problem that says pull. Goth bitch. Little prick. Go fuck one of yo girls. Cause I be right after you buying her shit like rings and pearls. Same with erin bitch! I'll fuck yo girl, and put yo ass in shock. But while I'm hitting that, you can go and fuck 2pac. Chinese bitch. Eat some shit. Cause I'm the one n***a you lost. I'll rub on your pussy and try to make you cum soy sauce. So fuck fiona, fuck gabe, fuck luca, jenna, fuck alyssa, fuck ava, kelly, fuck every mofucker that gets on my nerves. See. That's a real fuckin diss. None of that dumb shit yall fake rappers be doing nowadays
Outro: *Mumble* 40x: You think you spittin game