[Verse 1: Jakobe]
You're twenty something yet you still sound fifteen
b**h please time to find a new hobby
I'll leave you shaking in your itty bitty little b**h knees
When you see that I be the one with better technique
Man I run this game I come with versatility
You come on every single song sounding virtually the same
Pronounced my name two different ways inside your hype track man
You're semi confused on what you're doing and all your boozing is a shame
You Brag about it online like I'm so drunk
Who gives a f** Black Moses will never dunk
I'm a white dude who think you sound too white dude
When you get on the mic people don't like you
And I might sound rude, but I thought I'd let you know
I'm not impressed by all your multi syllables put in a row
When I do it better roll with better flow I'm original
Less fictional additionally you're pitiful and a bit of a joke
[Verse 2: Teqneek]
You clearly demonstrated my multiples are remarkable
And nearly suffocated from a couple a bars you horrible
Awful and monotone little kid step to the veteran
Instead of mimicking Teq I suggest you go fake your d**h again
And while we on the subject of imitation and flattery
You s**ing Suddle off while you emulating his f*ggotry
Simulating exactly his limited battle strategy
Lack of enthusiasm no emotion and bad vocabulary and
You in the wrong competition this is the rap thing
The high school musical auditions are that way
Less fans than me on Newgrounds but you been there twice the time
And you actually had the nerve to say nobody likes my rhymes
I sound white because I am- this is MY VOICE
It contains vocal range- and you need ta FIND YOURS
Yeah A couple of nights on the weekend I mentioned that I drank
And yeah you're right who gives a sh** swing and a miss your rhymes stank
[Verse 3: Jakobe]
Lack of enthusiasm I'm sorry do I sound bored
It doesn't take much effort to rap circles around ya
Weak grandmother tone you're an amateur don't
Claim to be a veteran you're not and it's not unknown
We started rapping about the same time
Clabtrap last year's when we both started to rhyme
Are you really gonna brag about sixty fans
When on soundcloud I have well over a thousand
You act like suddle's the first emcee
To sound like he doesn't give a f** on the beat
I can't believe you thought I was mimicking you, why
What would that prove that I could sound weak too, no
You tried to claim that I faked my d**h when you faked it
On your verse you didn't take a single breath suffocated
I did it in one take you spent hours you're a fake
To you this is a battle to me a piece of cake
[Verse 4: Teqneek]
Aside from using out dated disses that everyone's f**in said before
And sounding seventy but lookin like a ten year old
Your lyricism contradicts your claim to be versatile
And your creativity s**s dick- at a urinal
I can spit a whole damn verse on one breath
And don't deny the public knowledge that you faked your d**h
And don't deny in your first verse that you said you could mimic me
Right before you carried on with that embarra**ing mimicry
I never said I was a veteran of rap dork
That was a set up I'm a vet of the Iraq war
My enemies were running scared from the action
While you were fappin, to national geographic
And farting in the bubble bath and laughing your a** off
And practicing karate and dreaming to be an astronaut
Fifty calibur machine gun gunner goin hard
In the carribbean on a cutter in the coast guard (bwahaha dat self-deprecation)