You either k** or be k**ed that's just reality Barbaric with my tongue I'm like the hun I spit savagely Body counting Casualties, f**ing with formality House full of dead rappers flowing past capacity And Steve you had the balls to f**ing mention me You wanted raw beef now it's stuck between your teeth And I ain't gonna front my n***aa your flow is a** Ima throw you in a bag put you in the trash Send you to piano cla** I haven't heard any wack rappers in a while Except for Lenny p, tf III ,and Stevie styles f**ing chump n***as better back off Y'all remind me of lil b you know from task force My wordplay sharp like a blade or a battle axe You pop me I pop back like a Snapple fact You thought I won't react, your one fourth my fraction And when it comes to hip hop your one fourth my pa**ion, look These fools wanna spit bars but I don't pay attention My bars are like a prison yours is something like detention You on the wrong turf if the mic is where your stepping How you gonna make some rhymes with no comprehension Of what real hip hop is So stop the sh** Or ima have to block your bliss And top your "hits" Im on a different, level it's so true I'm like 3 of you, plus 3 of you, and you times 2 I'm so crazy Psycho is what y'all make me Cus lately, your music be sounding like trash And y'all don't know how to act So I bounced back with a diss track None of its simplistic Lenny sounds autistic And tf3 wanna be, another Drake MC Following the paths of soft n***as Will make you soft yourself Look at Stevie v that n***aa needs some help On his flow, his lryics, his attitude Got him dancing with the jungle in the baddest mood King Kong tried to step up to the Godzilla Ima k**a with the mic Make sure my sh** sounds tight