[Keys: Verse 1]
Bright colors, wack diss, tracks done
The return of the mothaf**in' beast has come
Turn off the lights let the monsters come
I gotta eat a few b**hes you next, yum
Now this not a rap verse I am not a rapper
This is a key of raw dope and I'm a trapper
Yeah I'm still a spartan I will still attack her
Yall are doing Keys again all of yall relaxers
I know what yall expected now this verse right
But that pussies loose and this verse is tight
You only gotta diss em once if you diss em first right
Your neck looks good and this verse bite
Playing real beef yall made beef wack
So I don't even want it
You can have that beef back
Cuz to me its starting to look like these verses is cloned
And to me its starting to look like a nursery home
See my bars so hot I dont need the buzz
And my flow so cold they in need of Uggs
Freestyle so epic I can take a year off
Come back with a 16 and blow ya ears off and chill
I'm on a rap b**h diet
Unless a b**h wanna try it
Already setting trends only 10 months in it
Maybe I should diss a rap b**h for stealing my gimmick
(hmm) No, thats a little too expected
Ima let them b**hes have my sloppy seconds
Meanwhile this is my year took it ran
You ain't get the memo
b**h check your spam!