MCs talking ‘bout the shit that they got
But they “still tellin’ lies to me”
If they ain’t tryina elevate, I ain’t about to sit and wait
I’ma get up, let out a sigh and leave
Gimme the beat, I eat it up, see, I be the heathen
Feeding on vegan people, leaving MCs bleeding in diva cups
You claim you a killer, but closest you could even come
Is dancing to Goodbye Horses in your room with your penis tucked
I hear the bluffin non-stop every day
It’s the same song, the samе content and the same cadеnce
Basic bullshit, I straight up hate it and therefore-
I’m raising the pot, making the bank, taking your place
It’s the J to the A plus the R and the V
I’ll mop the floor with your entire lying squadron and leave
You rocking the spot’s something I’m just not gonna see
Cause you dropping a croc of shit every time you talk on a beat
Please stop it, give it a rest, it’s obscene
It’s for the best, get it off your chest, come clean
I ain’t tryina blow this up into some big thing
But I’d rather see acting happening on the big screen
Bitch please, I’ll end your shit with a sixteen
It’ll be sickening seeing your followers switch teams
You’re getting plays now, but remember this thing
If it rains on a weak latrine, then you’re bound to see shit stream
I get steamed, I mean I get red hot
When these pathological liars try to get what I got
I got props, promise, I ain’t telling no fibs
Ask anybody you know about this flow stimulus