[Intro]
Aw man
Listen
I put one more round in the chamber, and that’s it
Buddy got an obsession with me, and that’s it
I give you one more, how’s this? Hahaha
Face
Aw man
Wonder how they’re gon’ try to flip it
Look, look

[Verse 1]
Listen class, I’d like to introduce Ryan
Please don’t fight him, he just wants everyone to like him
You brought my fam into it, so now you gon’ die baby
You look inbred, dickhead, now you get Slime Shady
911, can I please get a receptionist please?
I think this country singer done got an obsession with me
I know he cries ‘cause deep inside he’s just a hell of a dweeb
And actually rappin’ like he still in the development league
Stupid bitch, you just mad that I roasted you, country toasted you
There’s so much fucking hoe in you, this time I almost ghosted you
First time your bias ain’t work, so you got emotional
You falling off, it’s so fun watching the walls close on you
Even your own fans was tellin’ me I was smoking you
“Church you gon' get him next verse”
Bitch they was coaching you, n***as was roasting you
‘Cause you ain’t doin’ what you supposed to do
And then I got a call from somebody who was close to you
They was exposing you, oh no, we don’t really know this dude
So let me give yo ass a few lessons how you supposed to move
Don’t start rappin’, fail, then be a gimmick
Turn to a comedian, switch your image, then get to singing
Be insecure and start trippin’, start moanin’, whinin’ and bitchin’
Every time someone’s a critic and say that they didn’t feel him
And don’t do fucked up business ‘cause that’s gon’ cost you
And start fighting me ‘cause you tired of fighting lawsuits
I know that haunts you, but homie you know that I warned you
Fans tried to swarm, it ain’t work ‘cause I disarmed you
Bitch, what you want, another mill off me?
Like I ain’t monetize mine, bitch I’m still gon’ eat
But real talk, I got a question, keep it real on me
How the fuck you drop the beat, and you was still off beat
Like god damn, how wack can you actually be?
Bruise his whole body, yeah, now he blacker than me
“A dope rapper, he’s more blacker”, you keep actin’ these things
‘Cause I think you’re scared of the Ryan that you actually be
Finally, no booty talk, but the L’s I give you
‘Cause you couldn’t resist the talkin’ about male nipples
Ryan like, “The brain washing ain’t gon’ work in this match?
Fuck that, I’m gonna die, you mean I actually gotta rap?”
Hell yeah, you dumb bitch, ‘cause you done finally met your match
And a fanbase you can’t sway, that’s been ready for the attack
Matter of fact, you say I’m using you to clout to the top
But seem to only fucking diss me when an album done dropped
Little twat, you don’t really know the things that I’m aware of
Like how you duckin’ people in yo city that you scared of
I’m here to, tell you we don’t listen to them silly hoes
That try to spam you a win and suckin’ dick in every video
Like really though, you can sway the word of some
But they just scurred that yo fanbase would turn on them
Sound real loyal, you act like a kid that was real spoiled
When momma said “No”, then yo blood, it will boil
So listen, Ryan, no, you ain’t nice as me, dummy
They don’t like your rap skill, they like you ‘cause they think you funny
N***as only pump yo shit because it’s makin’ them they money
‘Cause your insecure ass needs acceptance from everybody
And you’re not – goin’ – off – when you – rap – like – this
Whoever, told you that shit was prolly coked than a bitch
You said you was supposed to kill me when we opened this shit
Four songs later, nope, still growing and shit
Lets... Get propper, the big yoppa or 6 shotta
[Verse 2]
They might think you God, so I shot your hands in a stigmata
Let’s get honest, he self conscious ‘bout his product
And that’s why he the most insecure one in his genere
He may decieive you, he’s snaking people, they been caught ’em
I may be evil, but maybe here to be his karma
You made a sequel to make it equal, that shit cost ya
Need Shaq to coach ‘cause we in the post and I’m Ben Wallace
Didn’t know you Goku, so he approach you like shit talkers
Until I go blue, this super saiyan gon’ shit on him
Then I piss on him, I rip on him, then spit on him
We ain’t seen a guy this big die since Chris Wallace
If this conflict is judged on rap, then there’s really no way to cap
And you actually have to snap, then yo stats is just that... stats
But on a track, they can never save yo ass from the fact that you getting’ smashed
So, you good at country my n***a, keep flippin’ that
Some people will hear your raps and just actually think you’re trash
I promise the world ain’t over, be a soldier and just relax
‘Cause you’ll never actually win until you accept that

[Verse 3]
Respect that, and please don’t meddle with Scru
It blows my mind that you can’t find something better to do
I know he nervous, when he heard this bet he red as a fool
You say you’ve done a lot of things? But what’s that getting’ for you?
‘Cause if them Billboard hits, the fans and the nics whips
Really ever meant shit, you wouldn’t care what I do
You called me Ja Rule, not true, no it might be more...
Like Slime Shady catching a body on Whitey Ford
He’s stressin’ because his flexing’s his only weapon
And he feel his grip is slippin’, since n***as done got objective
He cryin’ in comment sections, explaining like we ain’t get it
And his cheerleading section’s the only one that protect him
I hope, he learned a lesson, now he knows the truth
A growing number of people choosin’ honesty over views
And the community is starting to point out, his little crew
Who gon’, say that he won before they, click it and view
Listen dude, not everyone is as stupid you
Type to think if you scream louder then your fucking point is proved
Fucking goof, what up, Church, havin’ some money problems?
A loyal fan, you robbed ’em, asked for pay and you played possum
Then threw a hissy fit when he publicly started talkin’
How ironic, guess you’ve been stealin’ ever since you started
Damn
[Outro]
Damn, damn, damn…
Look, I don’t know if you’re upset because I don’t think you’re that good of a rapper
But guess what, in Hip-Hop, you can’t bully or force people into thinking that you’re dope
We judge it by the music pimp, and yours just isn’t my cup of tea
Now clearly you do got fans of your rap music
But the only way you gon’ truly turn me into a fan
Is make a rap song I like
These diss tracks is cute and stuff, but…
At this point, if you got 5 songs about one person
(Sigh) I can’t bring myself to do that bro, you’re not that important to me, I’m sorry
And I shouldn’t be that important to you
But I love you, keep it real
Face