I seen a lot of rappers
Who have entered in the contest
Who say they spit it real
But to me its more like nonsense
I'm not tryna hate bro
I'm simply being honest
Ya'll were supposed to bring the bars
Not be behind them like a convict
Your bitch is speaking tongue
Just like she's talking to a demon
But she loves my DNA
She leaves my semen on her cleavage
And now she getting mad
Because I have to leave her region
But babe I'm coming back
Just like I changed my name to jesus

I'm finna be givin the rhythm incisions
Living with addictions
I'm popping fucking pussy
Like an addict with prescriptions
You mad up at the fact
That I'm your rapping competition
To the rappers who are wack
Ill beat your ass into submission
Listen
I don't wanna have to start a crusade
Assassinate a rapper
Cause he's acting like a fruit cake
Grab up on my bong
And fucking pack it
Like a suitcase
Me without rap would be
Like trump without a toupee
Its doomsday