Yup

Yessir I know boy

These n***as is so garbage
Extra garbino
We need to wrap ‘em in plastic and put em out on the curb on Thursday
And hope someone pick em up off the street mane
Yeah

[Verse 1: Sevin]
My light shines so bright it’s like it’s dimming yours
You a broke deuce-deuce I’m a mini 4
I get retail chips, you ain’t in the store
Cuz your studio time is less than what you spend with whores
I’m a menace HOG a lyrical minotaur
You hit a couple of liquor stores and call it a mini tour
You’re the whackest that whackest could be
They could wrap you around candy wouldn’t be a rapper to me
I’m a general yep
So minimal
I’m so critical why? because you’re so minuscule
Always be poppin’ dog it’s no interval
Nonchalantly walk in and I’ll talk through ya whole interview
I ain’t gonna say you rap on your bomb
Cuz the writin’s on the wall— I ain’t slappin’ your song
You wouldn’t be dope if you was packed in a bong
And probably wouldn’t be the ish if you was crapped on a lawn
I keep it real, I’m just speakin’ my mind
You beat up ya chick cuz she said your spit was weaker than mine
I seen a empty pool as deep as your mind
Do us a favor move your feet mane so we can recline

[Hook: Sevin]
What happened to the radio it usually slap
What part of the game is this dude is superly whack
I’m bout to call the DJ and settle this man
Hey don’t play that song ever again
What happened to the radio it usually slap
What part of the game is this dude is superly whack
I’m bout to call the DJ and settle this man
Hey don’t play that song ever again

[Verse 2: Sevin]
Please save me the trouble
Put out a whole album dissing yourself
You wouldn’t have the gift of rap if you was a Christmas elf
You’re like the dude in basketball
That’s whack but won’t pass at all
Take him to the bathroom stall
And then smack ya raw
Til ya teeth collapse from ya jaw
Then ya crap in ya drawers for even having the gall to be rapping at all
You’re way boo-boo
It’ll take incantations and voodoo
For me to step to the booth and ever spit as gay as you do
They say I’m blessed to possess that young gift of prophecy
Then Bin Laden will win the Lottery twice before you’re hot as me
I’m a commodity you’re a condemned portion of property
The cat with down syndrome trying to match wit with Socrates
Ice-T opened a school of rap
You shoulda put your bid in
If admission to heaven relied on talent you wouldn’t get in
It’s sickening
The fact they even produce for you to spit when
One of my snippets is harder than every song you’ve ever written

[Hook: Sevin]
What happened to the radio it usually slap
What part of the game is this dude is superly whack
I’m bout to call the DJ and settle this man
Hey don’t play that song ever again
What happened to the radio it usually slap
What part of the game is this dude is superly whack
I’m bout to call the DJ and settle this man
Hey don’t play that song ever again