[Intro: CAIDAN]
I’m so sick of this shit, I’m boutta quit
Everyone say I don’t know how to spit
You ain’t gonna feel the back of my wrist
You gon' feel the end of my fist
I’m harder than some 50 cents

[Verse: CAIDAN]
Everyone say I’m hesitant
I woke up and chose violence
None of y’all liked my content
Sayin' this now, "better start packin’" (Yeah)
You a peasant in the battle, I’ma king (Oh)
Here’s a present that’ll ruin your self-esteem (Oh)
I’m well-meant but ill with my theme (Yeah)
It’s my intent to be unbreakable to the extreme
I got a new flow so I can rap better (Uh-huh)
You sold your soul so you can rap crapper (Haha)
Never talked about you behind your back (Loser)
Now who the fuck you think is getting clapped on the track (Me?)
It definitely isn’t me (oh), I ain’t getting flamed
Or smoked, just for some fame (Yeah)
I ain’t gonna choke when I say
Fuck these games, you bloke (oh)
You just like *redacted* (oh), a pussy
Thinking you can just go and push me
Around town so quiet down (hahaha)
My shots have been fired, countdown
5,4,3,2,1, heard your diss and knew I already won
I’ll pull up in a hearse in a bit
Then I’ll curse and I’ll piss (oh)
Steal a purse and a kiss (oh)
I write the verses I spit (oh)
[Outro: CAIDAN, Young Zee]
Yo, Fuk’ Dat Shit!