[Verse 1: Julius]
Yo, them Horseshoes is killers, they off n***as
No day off n***a, used to fuck with n***as, now they off n***as
Off n***as for play, we in the playoffs n***a
We off n***as for pay, this shit gon' pay off n***a
(You ready for beef?) Yes n***a, I'm wit it
South n***a, East n***a or West n***a can get it
Whether you rep the W or fucking rap with a southern accent
Dodger cap, Yankee cap, twist your fucking cap quick
If you diss my fucking rap clique
I got a hair-trigger that makes silly rabbits disappear like that fucking hat trick
Rappers, I'm warning you
If you don't hand me that torch, I'm handing this torch to you
I'm ready for the joust, I'm a swordsman yeah
I abandon caution, I divorce my fears
I be behind these bars for life so why should I be cordial with the warden here
It's a war in here
I got bars like Shawshank, but a free man like Morgan yeah
I want a million dollars baby and the glory yeah
It's on my bucket list to get fucking dissed
So fuck rappers, I can't afford to adore my peers
I ain't giving no passes, I ain't Chris Paul, I'm more like Pierce
A different Paul, I'm more revered
If Julius gotta jump over an obstacle to score than yea
I'm Blake Griffin, homeboy you Kia
Ain't treating the culture right
You hip-hop dudes like Kim Jong-Un, the industry is North Korea yeah
We going in now, you finna be heading outbound
We got the skills, got the respect, my n***as just need the clout now
Sick of the hustle-and-bustle, so sick I just wanna say fuck you now
I'm the Big Bad Wolf, huffing-and-puffing and blowing your fucking house down
And I ain't ironing nothing out
Gimme a reason to slap earth, wind, and fire from your mouth
[Hook: Julius]
Extra extra, read all about it
Them Horseshoe n***as is waiting to get dissed
I say "Hear ye, hear ye, crowd all around us
Is there anybody out there willing to pop shit"
No subliminals when you say what you saying
Diss my n***as, let the statement be blatant
Fuck y'all rap n***as, you can take it as hate
Throw a jab at the Gang, we'll be patiently waiting

[Verse 2: Demetrius]
I prayed to God you rappers would diss my whole squad
I musta prayed to the wrong God cuz they don't want it with no Cobster
So I'm gon' bomb first
I'm looking for a man to steal, I'm General Zod
Take your best shot, but you better be better than S-dot Carter
A lot harder than the next Pac
But you not a gambling man, that mean you bet not
Cuz I'm fed up like I ate lunch on the top of a restaurant
Get your arms and your legs chopped off, drenched in hot sauce, eat em like Red Hots
I'm a hired killer, I handle the metal like Hansel and Gretel
I find my way to your spot after the bread's dropped
N***a you won't survive
Y'all wanna beef? Try the shoes on for size
But we too tight, so we move your tongue and pull your soul out
We will never lose and the shoes won't be tied
This rap game is the blind leading the blind
So I'mma rewind time so I can find a reason to rhyme
Take it back to the 'No Vaseline' times
And with these gasoline lines, even Cube couldn't ice me in his prime
I take the speech and the words from a new emcee
I give his voice to the D-O-C, so we can beef with a person that's worthy of C.O.B
I drop bombs worse than Hiroshima
N***a, are you a he or she?
I'mma call you rappers [?] now, what's your plan of attack?
As a matter of fact, like animal magnetism you attracting a ravenous pack
Of jackals, so what if I'm a fan of his raps
I wish the rapper Canibus would just diss so I can handle his ass
I'm begging to get dissed, your record label president's a bitch
I'm F'in with a limp dick
That mean I wish a n***a would so I can hit you with that shit that make you backslide like a reverend that's a pimp
[Hook: Julius]