Garrett Plummer - Nobody is Safe (Beef Season Entry #2) lyrics

[Verse] You cannot bother me Like Matty's father, cause I'm trying to preach And I pray for you William Not even God could stop this beef I squash the peon, you're faded Make you rock the S.D I got my toes in the sand You barely got socks on your feet This is not a defeat More like a demolition So call me Jake Gyllenhaal Southpaw when I'm spittin' I did not have to k** 'im But every crime has its victim You looking Mike Brown They calling me Darren Wilson Put that aside I'm not trying to make this a racial divide Rachel from Friends would never shake hands With Drake, you making up lies That's what it's like Shoes Robinson is a side of fries And I'm serving this beef So please call me Five Guys Or maybe In 'n' Out I'm thinnin' out my competition I'm on my Pistol Shrimps b**h, I'm in my own division I'm in the kitchen But this ain't British Bake Off I'm standing in front of the grill Trying to get these steaks off So check your plate dawg It never had to get this bad And you're never coming back from this You're dead like Jensen's dad And I'm sorry Mr. Karp, but you better get a cart It's time to stock up Ain't nobody safe Beef Season, better lock up