[Verse 1: CurlE] All these weak a** rappers be dissing claiming they better Releasing peace of sh**s tracks exhibiting sk**s of beginners I'm sick of the the hypochondriacs, CEs the last contender I render you all useless my spits on fire like ether Hear that? That's motherf**ing shot fired, you wanna diss back well b**h this kid is Mike Meyers You'll never k** me no really, finna go ham no philly, Take A stand against me chop ya legs like ya Annie...kin I'm damaging your career and image no wait just in your career b**h it's finished Hold the applause y'all can thank me later I'm just trying to find me some gauze for that piece of paper That you be writing on scribing on waisting all your time on no need for names we all know to whom these rhymes are Kinda harsh... nah not really they f**ing parched so i don't know the f** they be spitting Lionheart CurlEs king to these peasants, their sh**s beneath me I'm just teaching some lessons Simba to scar falling deep in the depths when dissing me cause really that's just speaking a d**hwish