[Intro]
Let me tell you the real story
And why these n***as corny
They just attention whores, see
We do this shit for sport G
We responded for free
So they tried to ignore me and the shoe gang
But you can't, cause Half A Meal was gory
And this is why Hopsin and them is the fakest rappers
You had the audacity to call out the Shady rappers
But you already admitted CROOKED is your favorite rapper
And you wanna be Em so bad you would name your baby after him
Lame ass rappers, man let's get it...
[Hook]
Fuck volume, fuck Hopsin, n***a
Fuck volume, n***a, fuck all 'em n***as
Say fuck volume, say fuck Hopsin, n***a
Fuck volume, n***a, fuck all 'em n***as
They ain't hip hop, they ain't hip hop
N***as ain't hip hop, they ain't hip hop
N***a they corny, corny, mothafucka make way
Brrrat! We strikin' back on the same day
[Verse 1: Demetrius]
Okay Hopsin is a bitch, his mama, she a bitch
Fuck Jarren Benton's mama with a gonorrhea dick
Fuck Dizzy Midget Wright just for bein' shorter than 5 feet and shit
Father should've skeeted him out on his mama's weave and shit
God is even pissed, prolly bein' dicked by Dame
That sodomy is comedy to me
Cause that means he's the only one of y'all
That's literally cummin' hard on some shit
After this, I should probably repent
This shit is hella easy
I mean Hopsin gettin' dropped by these ruthless records
We Jerry Heller and Eazy
Jarren Benton ain't sayin' shit when he tongue twistin'
Just mumblin' sentences, n***a spits like his tongue's missin'
Here's my number: (310) 695-0437, hit my line
Any time, and we can meet up and you can get beat up
In real time or I can put a hole off in your ill mind
Horseshoe is hella dope, n***a, ask Jarren
We rapin' you little kids, n***a, ask Jared
I'ma call you n***as Kylie Jenner's dad
Cause y'all lookin' like a bitch now, and you transparent
[Verse 2: Dice]
If you fuck with some real n***as then let me hear you say COB
The legends recognize the Shoe Gang, shout out to Face Mob
I throw shots, you take five and break time
Y'all some Saved By the Bell mothafuckas, y'all probably went to Bayside
I'm the kind that rape a bassline, I'm murderin' these rap dudes
I'm finna smack this racoon hat dude, y'all some rap coons
Bunch of Uncle Toms, you better dart and journey
Far away cause I'm a viper you can't fuckin' dodge
I fuckin' shine like neon lights, Fag Volume, y'all the gayest n***as
I drag queens through the mud, y'all some Caitlyn Jenners
Y'all ain't contenders, straight pretenders, y'all should straight surrender
Bring a half a mil' to the table, you get ate for dinner
He said we would get demolished, he soft in the head
Come on Marcus, you can't mark us for dead
Y'all wanna contact SwizZz then or blackout?
Make you see black like his contact lenses
Dizzy is a disgrace to Bone Thugs 'N' Harmony
I'm the car in Casino, you never should've started me
I got bad kidneys, bad liver and the heart disease
And I'm an organ donor, y'all don't want no parts of me
[Verse 3: Kenny]
I'ma make you n***as start to hate your book pad
Go ahead, throw some punches, I can take a good jab
Like a bad image consultant or a bad optometrist
Or a bad plastic surgeon, I can make you look bad
I was smokin', watchin' Sway like, "Wait, what that n***a say?
He can demolish my whole camp? Is that n***a cray?"
I can blaze his whole camp without passin' a J
They gon' learn today, tryna battle us rappin' is a
Sad sight like watchin' a child that's bein' raped
I'm as hard as tryna deal with your moms passin' away
I can blow 'em away like dandelions
These murderous rhymes come in handy, handy dandy lines
Y'all sure you want these problems, are y'all for certain?
But y'all about as weak as the legs on a starving person
I know y'all are nervous cause your awful verses are far from perfect
My bars are worse than a lethargic surgeon who's off of bourbons
Searchin' your cause of hurtin' while workin' with retarded nurses
Y'all caused waves? We gon' ride, call it surfin'
Them raps on y'alls minds wasn't tight like fallin' turbans
We make heat, they can't sleep like toss and turnin'
[Verse 4: Julius]
You know what this is, Hop
You used to be hip hop, son, now you a hip hop sin, Hop
Leave the battle to battle rappers, n***a, y'all should stop
Fuck a battle, I'm the type to off a cop and walk off scott
We four trigger fingers, die when a four get bent
Add CROOK, we five fingers of death, we form a fist
Jarry Bent, I'ma call you Benton Fonzworth
You fired from hip hop, let's help Benton find work
Yo Dizzy go back to Vegas cause this shit is too big of a gamble
The shoes expose how defeat ain't pretty, n***a, like sandals
In videos you n***as dressin' like rappin' Madeas
Fruity as a glass of sangria
We happy the fans get to see a massacre now faster than abracadabra
We end your rappin' career, I keep it a buck like Sacajawea
When I'm writing I'm a scientist, what I'm reciting it's inciting
Riotous violence, this Leviathan's biopic
I spit at these fags G, lyric spittin' is nasty
Your name Dizzy Wright, or is it Dizzy D Flashy?
Y'alls response don't matter, n***a
We rap like we mad at n***as, same day, back at you n***as
[Hook]
Fuck volume, fuck Hopsin, n***a
Fuck volume, n***a, fuck all 'em n***as
Say fuck volume, say fuck Hopsin, n***a
Fuck volume, n***a, fuck all 'em n***as
They ain't hip hop, they ain't hip hop
N***as ain't hip hop, they ain't hip hop
N***a they corny, corny, mothafucka make way
Brrrat! We strikin' back on the same day
