[Verse 1]
Keep your subliminals to minimal when you belittle me
Say my name in a diss, be a man, die with dignity
I picked up the pen again so you can start hatin'
Everything I drop does numbers, smart Asian
Album charge high as fuck, part Jamaican
Dope ass white boy, standing ovation
Rapper suck dick, you think they tryin' to put their throat on
Do everything to make it, except write a dope song
Apply pressure, he ain't breathin', need a CPAP
My beard's so long is hangin' out the ski mask
I wish Eminem would be back
He used to be dope, like a weed bag
Take a Xanax and have a relapsе
I lose myself in the bеat, flippin' through my CDs
Big and Nas, they was always on repeat
Now Lil Nas X suckin' dick on the TV
And kids watchin' that shit, freely
And you think this that 8 Mile beat
This that Mobb Deep black jungle, concrete beef
Handled on street, freestyle came from your dome piece
And I was out there chasin' dreams with my homies
PTSD from shackled feet
The whole hood buzzin' like I'm givin' out crack for free
White boys bump my shit 'cause I actually
Got roots in this bitch like a massive tree
Everything you drop miss like Shaq from three
And you just bark a lot but wouldn't smack a flea
People say it's chess not checkers, they can't play chess
I'll teach you how to win, move more, say less
I've been a rapper, always be a rapper, you can never battle me
'Cause you get smacked for tryin' to be a fuckin' rapper
I started from the bottom like the number in a fraction
And you just steady talkin', I don't never see no action
You ain't cut the same, I could tell by your outfit
And you don't pose a threat, I stepped in bigger mouse shit
Peter Piper picked the wrong peckerwood to play with
Impeccable wordplay, put respect on my name, bitch
Get ran through like a train, bitch
I could leave today, but you'll always be the same bitch
Let it rain, I ain't talkin' 'bout umbrellas
Get ready for the rain, bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout forever
[Interlude]
For better, for worse, I level this verse
Go get in a hearse and kill yourself, self, self, self
For better, for worse, I level this verse
Go get in a hearse and kill yourself, self, self, self

[Verse 2]
This ain't a diss track, I ain't even tryin'
You rather see me and Ryan kill each other like a pack of lions
'Cause y'all are just a circus, bunch of serpents
You rather see me lyin', me lyin'
That's a triple, go back and listen
And I ain't goin' back to prison
I woke up this mornin', prayed to God, and kissed my daughter
Another day I lived in, I'm fuckin' livid
Some motherfuckers will never understand rap
Even if I hand it to you, wrote it down and ran it to you
What you gonna do if I actually ran into you?
Same dude talkin' shit, get smacked and then sue you
Don't make me paint the town red like Soo Woo
I don't stretch the truth for views like you do
A couple bitch ass reactors
I'd like to see a list of your top ten rappers
If I'm on that shit (Ha-ha), I'm laughin'
There's one white dude and the rest are black men
Y'all invented rap but we all been wreckin' shit
Got a couple spots in that list like a freckled bitch
Chef's kiss, I never thought I'd live to see the day
Chris Rock got smacked by Fresh Prince
I can only hate one man, yessir
And I leave him leakin' on the street, freshman, redshirt
And it ain't Ryan Edward
[Outro]
Mothefuckers run their mouth so much it makes my head hurt
Fuckin' pussies