Your rhymes are going nowhere
Like a fucking ho, with cocaine stuck in her nose hairs
'Oh my God, no, he didn't just go there!'
Try to keep from collabing, cause when I drop my verse
All you say is 'No fair!'
And if your party's about to kick off, then believe me, you're whack
You need to go back to 09 and learn how to Rap!
You need to take it back, lay it back, and lay it like this
Try to portray a track, betray the act and learn how to diss
You got a few good lines, but all in all, you're shit
Try to flow like you're pissed, but hell, you just miss!
You're like a cracker-jack without a prize inside
All I do is sit back and analyse your lies
I could release a diss track and say that your end is nigh
But I'd rather sit back and give you a try
Oh my, oh my, back to the old ways
Back in my cold days, like talking about living in the carcass of Billie Maze
Junior Proof, or Jay Da 5'9
Say the letter J and everyone loses their minds
'Oh my God, he just took a jab at him!'
Not I didn't, bitch, I'm not even mad at him
If I wanted to diss, well then I'd diss
But I don't need that shit
I got something better than this
Got the lyrics in my piss and the steam in my jizz
Could take another jab, aiming at Shady Fizz
All you little brats acting like Shady kids
Acting like you're hot, but you're wearing oven mitts
All I can say is you're on a leash, like you're Bebe's bitch
Tell me, Doc, what's my diagnosis
Well shit, don't tell me again, it's fucking psychosis
And all my business is filled with other people's noses
Coming back with another anthem, and everybody knows this
Yeah, I made a few albums, but they were like eehhh
When I asked for for collabs, people were like 'Nah'
But now I'm back, setting the fucking bar low
Put a rap on the game, leave it with a scar, bro!
Crash your automotive, it's my motive, if you're talking about that Motto
You're getting properly devoted, cause you're talking about Y.O.L.O
Oh no, oh no, here we go, here we go, satellite radio
Top 10 in the charts and all you can say is 'Bravo'
I don't know if you've noticed
Or if you got that you're getting evicted notice
Can you make like hocus pocus, and just disappear
I'm 'bout to lose it and put it right here
Leave you dazed and confused, confused and dazed
Walk out of the game, just fucking un-phased
Gonna top it off, going back to the old ways
In the old days, like feeling the craze to go shoot up a rave
Take a hackey-sack to your fucking face
I'm ahead in this game like in a potato sack race
50/50, it's the next big thing!