[Intro: Computer Module] Warning waring This is a diss song I repeat this is a D I S S track Let's go [Verse 1: Trey Coachman] Don't piss off this young kid or else you will get pissed on Already said ‘Get At Me' nobody approached me before this song I've grown too co*ky to thinkin' that I am the best Then I heard your crap and forever I'll rest Until you make a great track That's T-Minus never I'm pretty clever and intelligent Your existence is irrelevant I'm just so evident in the eyes of people like the president Yet your attempt at this art from is so inadequate Step your game up ‘Cause the probability is high That you're pursuing the dictionary To fathom the definitions of those big words Don't get all skeptical cause you're getting your bu*t served Straight to your face Smell how much your crap stinks Literally and metaphorically I have so many ‘f**in' Problems' I'm confronting this publicly So I'll go make you come and me To get a glimpse to see ‘How It Feel' To be writing poetry ‘All Night' Alternatively to the prattle that you reveal Hence. ‘Nod Yo' Head' while in bed face covered with tears To accept that ‘Induction' will be the worst thing anybody will hear Am I clear? Ha [Verse 2: Trey Coachman] Have a ‘Summer Breeze' fix your image that I'm gonna break I'm droppin' knowledge against stuff you need to reiterate You are as round as a square, I need to go and set it straight Knockin' out rappers while I'm chillin' here in featherweight Some of you rappers out here forever need to take a break At trying to be lyrical, triple turn to grand jete ‘Cause the truth is you sound disturbing dreadful And don't forget about how desperate What you rap about is so inaccurate You have tried and failed several times Straight to your face I have lied Said I like your raps You be ‘Running sh**' I couldn't give a number two You said “I focus on amazing” Yet you aren't even a glimpse away to achieve Please tell me when you stop blazin' Nothing can help you not even weed I get so confused trying to decipher any sense That you give from your raps Tend to make me tense So I'll go grab a wrench And teach you hand-on how to truly k** Oh yeah stop talkin' like you rep' da D You're a white kid from the suburbs So you end up around close to three ways A burn out, boring, or a young nerd And congratulations! you're very close to the first With saying sh** so many times in your one verse you are sh** On twitter you tweeted how you're in rap rehab That's so corny and sad My bad so knowing real people that went to real rehab Yes with stories that would make your brain lag And wouldn't come close to understand And yes you are a threat to society Cause you don't have anything intelligent to say No way for people to appreciate This sh** I can't tolerate On your face I will urinate And yes you are a threat to society Cause you don't have anything intelligent to say Please don't get mad at me Big Nate Because the true is Your attempt at this career I can obliterate