[Verse 1: Crypt]
So I got a couple things I need to address
So just listen a sec
I'm only gonna take a moment of time to reflect
Y'all already know I'm upset
If you thinkin' that this song's about you, it is
There ain't no need to guess
Because a guilty conscience weighs a lot
And I can promise that it doesn't get any less
I'm sick and tired of seeing friends go against me in the public eye
Wanna quote tweets about everything
But won't text me to try to tell yo side
Why? To get some likes?
To impress a crowd? Is it cause I'm right?
Is it cause your mad every time they say my name, they throw yours to the side?
Crypt just dissed that mumble rap, all he did was rap so fast
All that stuff just sounds the same- it's overplayed, and corny tracks
Plus he's white, he don't get culture
Rap is about drugs, not being sober
How's he gonna Stan Eminem
When his whole career, he was a crack smoker?
Y'all don't listen, and you're just proving me right
It's like you're trynna make me mad, just to get on my bad side
Well I'ma slow it down, so you can hear this song
There's an obvious difference between right and wrong
And it's sad that I have to teach you how to see it
Accuse me of that and I'll move you along
[Hook: Crypt & Joey Nato]
Dirt on my name, I made this shit
Don't come my way, I'll break yo wrist
Throw dirt on my name, my name is Crypt
I'm used to the shit, I'm used to the shit
Dirt on my name, I made this shit
Don't come my way, I'll break yo wrist
Throw dirt on my name, my name is Crypt
I'm used to the shit, I'm used to the shit (Nato, woo!)

[Verse 2: Joey Nato]
Throw dirt on my name? Well, at least I got a name (Hah!)
People hear my track, and then they say it kinda bang (Bang!)
Won't stop applying pressure like a water, mane (Woo!)
Give your girl pleasure, now you trynna hide the pain (Damn)
Ooo, wow, that was kinda mean (Yeah)
She heard my new song and said that it's kinda clean
Kinda this, kinda that- kinda everything, in fact
Matter fact, on this track I'm just saying anything (Anything!)
Ooh, for real, but why should I
When people have been cutting since I got in line?
Like, "Make a reaction, we don't wanna hear you rap!"
Don't disrespect Shaq
That stuff is whack (Hrah!)
Just like when people send me hate messages
Then I go and respond and they never write back (What's up?)
According to my analytics, I'm recording
You tried it but it didn't work like a life hack (Hah!)
Uh, and let's keep it one whole buck
I came up on this whole YouTube thing
But I think right now I'm on track to blow up
Like dynamite stick on a choo choo train
"Did he really say that?"
Damn skippy, I say anything that I want
That's why people click play!
The Lucky Boy clover came from ground up (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo!)
So it's only natural you throw dirt on my name
Let's go
[Hook: Crypt]
Dirt on my name, I made this shit
Don't come my way, I'll break yo wrist
Throw dirt on my name, my name is Crypt
I'm used to the shit, I'm used to the shit
Dirt on my name, I made this shit
Don't come my way, I'll break yo wrist
Throw dirt on my name, my name is Crypt
I'm used to the shit, I'm used to the shit

[Verse 3: Crypt]
I'm sick and tired of seeing the scene (Yuh!)
This YouTube rap is a lose-lose thing (Yuh!)
Everybody wanna make it out
But I'm the only one who wants to change the scene (Only one!)
All of y'all wanna run away to try to chase the mainstream (Chase the mainstream)
Forget where you came from (Forget where you came from)
Forget we're the same team (Forget where the same team)
I always been the man to try to help
Brought a couple of people to the top of the scene (The top)
But I'm only one still reaching down for everybody else (Huh?)
So what does that mean? (What?)
I helped some fakes, I helped some snakes
I helped other rappers make their names
I paved some ways, I made some lanes
And now y'all wanna throw dirt on my name (What?)
Why ain't y'all talk when I dissed myself? (Huh?)
Why ain't y'all talk when I dissed fast rap? (Huh?)
Why ain't y'all talk when I dissed every white dude
Jamming the syllables while he writes on pad? (Huh?)
I lifted them up to the top of the wall
And caught them every single time they would fall
But know that their name won't fly out of my jaw
It's like I'm pourin' on their wounds with some salt
I remember being stuck at the bottom, the very pits of this industry
Everybody ignoring the name Crypt
Now I'm climbing through the ranks, finally getting respect
But the people that don't show it, know I'm comin' for your necks
I don't ask for much but that respect, I earned it
I paid my dues and I gave my service
It's absurd to word this
So you circus workers can relearn with work
Cause your worthless words are just words I divert to my furnace
Swervin' every single burden that you haters hurlin'
Sick of people preachin' at me like it was a sermon
Like they ain't got sins buried underneath the surface
Give it to me straight and I'ma show you where the curb is
[?] of your cervix
[?] keeping it hot like a thermos
[?] at the top of this Earth
And I drop you in a box, in this hearse
You look nervous
[Hook: Crypt]
Dirt on my name, I made this shit
Don't come my way, I'll break yo wrist
Throw dirt on my name, my name is Crypt
I'm used to the shit, I'm used to the shit
Dirt on my name, I made this shit
Don't come my way, I'll break yo wrist
Throw dirt on my name, my name is Crypt
I'm used to the shit, I'm used to the shit