I know this song's 9 minutes long
But according to Maxlow's butt buddy, 5 minutes of bars ain't good enough
You don't even have to listen to this more than once
Just know I took the W

Hater's gonna talk
What they say to me, I can manage
I just sent them, strap 'em to a rocket, send them out the planet
All the shit I get for rappin' ticks me off and I can't stand it
But you hear that AK's dissing and instantly start to panic
I spit water like, April 15th in the Atlantic
Cold like scattered icebergs in the water if I plan it
If you comin' through my waters, icebergs, I demand it
You can use my waters, but you the captain of the Titanic
Rap to me, in SB is a ship and I hijacked it
I took it over, now look at me, I'm the captain
I took it over quick, and people askin' me what happened
They don't see I'm up inside their minds, and I got 'em captive
I'm controllin' how they think, and honestly it's just a game to me
To let you out my guard, homie, that just seems insane to me
I think it's funny 'cause different is what these robots claim to be
But in my eyes, truthfully, are nothing but the same to me
Service gas it up, and I'm just here to go ignite the shit
You're makin' bad music, they pretendin' like they like the shit
Throw beefy like Drake and Meek, come on B vitamins
You tryna build a buzz as if I drank three Heinekens
You're shit compared to me, I don't know why I'm even showin' up
Just by me respondin' to your bitch ass, you'll be blowin' up
Vile motherfucker, you're so ugly you ain't glowin' up
You do the opposite, girls look at you and they start throwin' up
You thought dissin' me was smart, now you were big but now you're micro
I'm here to end you lyrically, now I'm not here to fight yo'
I heard your diss on SoundCloud, man that shit was nice bro
Ha, psyche! No! I'm here to end your fuckin' life bro
Look at you be dissin' me on Twitter 'cause your music's wack
Your pussy ass was too afraid to diss me on one of your tracks
And that's ok, I understand, we all know that your shit is trash
Just don't be mad when you're left speechless, I just gave you what you asked
Now put me against you on the mic, and I'll be the winner
I eat rappers like you every meal, for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
I can tell when you're in public and alone, your actions differ
You're a man, but a bitch within, call you Bruce Jenner
Dissin' is my bread and butter, you know I can write the raps that
Touch your heart or end your life, you're scared and wanna backtrack
Go and speak the truth, so best believe I never lack that
Tryna start a new era, but I need to snap back
Back to a state of mind where I know I can end you
Lethal lyrics left and right, under ground's where I send you
Listen here and quit rappin', you can't even defend dude
Swear that you have flow, but you can't even pretend to
End you and your career, I really wasn't tryin' to do it
Sick of you thinkin' you're hot for makin' tracks with Dyemond Lewis
He's fire, but yo' not, so I'ma ask you, why'd you do it?
He done gave you a chance to prove yourself, and you went and blew it!
Now that's what happens to a pussy under pressure, you know he could
Choke and maybe give up, final minute, just 'cause he's shook
Your music's fuckin' terrible, your career is gonna need a push
You a soft motherfucker, guess that's why they call you M.U.S.H
You put your pictures on social media, stop tweetin' 'bout your sorry ass
Claimin' you the king, but since I started, I think your time has passed
Just quit the game you claim is yours, and get the fuck up outta here
A disgrace to this game, I hope you understand that- loud and clear
Tweet about me all you want, the music's where the truth lies
Look homie, you're nineteen, but you actin' like your shoe size
Subbing me with your buddies, tryna get me to break down
They told me not to do this, well I guess it's too late now!
Claimin' you got balls, but when I look at you, you got none
You nothin' but a cocky bitch, you 'bout to get rocked, son
And respondin' to your pussy ass was needed, not an option
One hundred times better even if you say I'm Hopsin
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout? My pen game ain't weak
I just blocked your ass from rappin' like the [?], B
You ain't as good as me period, that's why they 'memberin' me
Forget about your bitch ass, you ain't a contender to me
You keep sayin' you're the king, are you out of your mind?
People want good music, and that's somethin' you can't supply
They say you're awful at rappin', and plus, a terrible guy
But I guess you shouldn't mind, 'cause you don't care though, 'cause you high
You must make your parents real proud, havin' a perfect son like you
Who only talks about smokin' bud, like bro, that's all I do
Especially since you rap, now that puts the melon in the dew
People told me you was good, and I listened, and it wasn't true
Took me four days to write and record this, that's 'cause I had fun with it
I gotta say, I ended you pretty quick, like the summer did
I had you trippin' from the track, I'm a hurdle, you runnin', kid
We know you only blow bush if there's a dick under it
Plain and simple, I'm better than you, and you're gon' have to face it, bro
I heard to get Dyemond to rap with you, you had to pay him, bro
If that's the case, then why you always actin' like you're big, dude?
You desperate fuck, don't wanna work, you'd rather get them face views
So don't you dare fuckin' tell me your views never lie
When you technically paid to get them, you shouldn't feel any pride
You should feel fuckin' ashamed because you didn't work for shit
When I been bustin' my ass to excel, and make something of this
After this, I'm fuckin' through with you, I don't need to respond again
I'll let you have the last word, just to show you how calm I am
'Cause everything you spit is shit, I hope it shows we're far from friends
Stupid fuck, I can't think of a person you is smarter than
Everybody told me, I better watch out for Maxlow
I don't see why I should be scared of a dude with a wack flow
He sounds like he's got sinus infections in all his raps, bro
And his favorite hobby is takin' dick up his asshole
Do us a favor and quit rap, no one wants you to spit, bro
They say wear the shoe if it fits, well rap will never fit you
I'ma win this war no question, homie, this is what it had to be
Ending you was easy, you ain't nothin' but a snack to me
You worthless to this industry, why are you even rappin?
You fucked yourself pretty bad, you go clean it up with a napkin
And you really pissed me off, so now I'm on the beat and snappin'
That's what you get for bein' all talk and not adopt an action
You say you'll give the business to any rapper, and that's B
Out of all the rappers here, I suggest you respect me
'Cause you know I'm capable of switchin' flows to bein' deadly
Only if I want it though, and I want it now, so I'm ready
I have more passion and drive for this game, and this town is mine
And if you don't agree with me, there is [?], so really it's fine
To be thinkin' the way you think, on your balls, you shouldn't rely
'Cause you ain't nothin' but pussy, like the thing in between your thighs
Doin' records and breakin' records like I been drinkin' Guinness, wait
Now that's two lines referencing beers, but just let me finish
'Cause I got a flow that hit you and feels like the room is spinnin'
I can show you how I do it on you and let others win this
But for me that ain't fun, B, 'cause I finish you in seconds
And you don't get to see all the panic made by the methods
So maybe I'll do it different and show a force to be reckoned
But I'ma end you now, 'cause my words are my only weapon
And right now is a gift, so that's why they called it the present and
Fuck you and what you stand for, I'll say that with no consent
'Cause I despise you as a person and as a rapper, you're spent
People listen to your music, and right in the trash it went
I got bars that hit you personal, first, is to make you feel it
I guarantee you give me a beat, and I'ma fuckin' kill it
I'll be cookin' you like breakfast homie, bacon on a skillet
You better double-take, if you're thinkin' that you're the realest
I'm tryna be number one, unlike you I be on a mission
I'll stay home to think of ways to excel, while you gettin' twisted
And it shows, compare our songs, and you can tell that there's a difference
You sound like rappin's a hobby, you can tell that I'm consistent
Nothin' but passion in my words, makin' the best of my existence
Tryna stop me from achieving, but I don't feel much resistence
You ain't shit compared to me, you know I'll end you in an instant
That's why when I put my middle finger up, you kept the distance
You didn't say a thing, you played it safe and stayed conservative
But if the tables turned, I woulda took a beat and murdered it
'Cause I don't know what losin' means, I honestly never heard of it
That's why I'm on top of this game, in other words 'superlative'
I'm on disses a lot, honestly what does that prove for you?
It shows that you were scared because you know what I could do to you
You know I'm capable of endin' things for anyone
And anything a [?] should put in a day is not remembering, what
Happened to ya? Wish I could tell you sooner
But AK's a shooter with his words and they goin' through ya
I never even met ya and I'm glad I never knew ya
On the mic you sound dumb as a brick, you should get a tutor
Besides that you spit fire, homie, that's what you're about
But you know what happens when fire and H2O is put out
Now I can see your future comin', your broke ass is sleepin' on the couch
You probably need the money that's up in a monkey's mouth [?]
What does M.U.S.H. even mean? Must Use Suicidal Hoes to get close to them
Give attention, and get inside they clothes?
You're Mr. Useless Spittin' Horrible, stop rappin', not another bar
And if you didn't get that, take a look at the cover art
Probly gonna make your homies go and drop somethin' about me too
We know you ain't good enough to end me alone, you're lousy dude
I came in real quick and subtle, on the mic that's how I move
The one man army that dropped your whole career, that's how we do
I'll forever be iller than you, today and tomorrow
Now you can try to stop me, better chance you winnin' the lotto
Your lifestyle's pretty fucked up, smokin' kush is your motto
25K views on that vid and you ain't gain a follow
I saw your homie on twitter, sayin' that I spit like a flint lock
I know he was defendin' you, but please tell that kid stop
To pay him back for sayin' that, you probly rode on his cock
There's not a bitch in the world who'd fuck a dude look like Chris Bosh
All I'm really sayin' you, is that you just another bitch
Who always talks about fuckin' bitches and bein' under them
But that brings up a question, homie, man, that has me wonderin'
Is he the bitches you talk about? 'Cause you daily fuckin' him
Lie about the girls you get, you ain't gettin' titties or hoes
I didn't really have to say that, that's what everybody knows
Your name fits you pretty well, I'll tell you now, here it goes
Your best song is under mine, your max ability is low
Now I'm a newbie to this shit, it's pretty sad that you can't stop me
It proves Durant's quote, look it up if you ain't got me
'Hard work beats talent, when talent fails to work hard'
Now that's the quote I'm talkin' bout, you get it now? You got the worst bars
I can tell that you're the type of dude to get mad and rob me
To take my shit and sell it to put some drugs up in your body
High as fuck all the time, walkin' 'round like a zombie
You'd probly like it if you got roofied and fucked by Cosby
I even promoted your diss, I wasn't tryna be selfish
I treat this beef like it's baseball, and your career's like a self-pitch
I threw it up into the air, and waited for your dumb diss
And then I dropped my diss back, and hit you out this game, bitch
I sparked a flame, I let it burn, and kept it lit as speed raps
You consider me the lighter plus the wick and the wax
But once the wax turns to liquid, cool it off to be reused
'Cause the all new AK will come again soon and relight the fuse, you feel me?