Lyrics

[Intro] Oh man, that really hurt He told me to grow a dick! I don't understand That really hurt me feelings, that's some bullshit! Man, long time no see. Son of a bitch! Alright [Verse 1] It isn't often that I have some competition You rappers got positions but get blasted often quickly It's been a minute since Christian Mims has uttered a word to me But dissing replenishes mental weapons from the herbary Why you such a hater, homie, got some extra words for me? You think that bullshit diss you written stops and makes shit worse for me? All you and your puppets ever did was misinterpret me I've tried to show you my capabilities not concerned with beats And when you get in front of me, you're making fun of me? Saying I'm claiming the living I wanna be, and it ain't honestly? I've done this shit since back in elementary school Just writing rhymes while my peers just slept in their drool You're mentally fooled, give me something rememerable Give me a tool, then I'll show you how pretenders have rules So you've been calling my bluff since you was all on my bus I heard you hollering "cunt", putting it all in a blunt You just ain't scaring me homie, you got no clarity, broski This is my house and I'll be damned if i don't stand up to phonies I keep recalling on an afternoon, waiting for the buses Your little posse was passing me and laughing so abruptly And I looked behind my back and heard "Trailer Gang!" I only laughed cause your ignorance is plain as day So take aim, say names, play games, you don't gotta hate on me I'll still give you props if you deserve it cause you made some heat But since you met me, who you think I am is fucking bay-lo-ney I'm glad that it was dope, it's inspiration just to wake the beast Obviously you saw me as an easy target A couple years ago, I don't think you had even started Bitch, I've been rapping since before I was a teen, and farther So your hypothesis to slaughter me is three retarded You can't accomplish it, your bars are not that gnarly The only thing that you can out-do me in is an ollie Just stand behind the counter top at Arby's Them curly fries bound to be embossing your coffin out of the barbie Your diss was kinda cute, man it was darling For underestimating me, I'm 'bout to make you feel fucking retarded What's up with that noise? Shit, don't you still live up the street from me? Everytime I see you when I'm walking, you're passing peacefully You're seeking beats? I bet Elliot would jack you off You faggots actively pass us, and as you laugh, we scoff "Stupid motherfucker", like what is it that you were trying to accomplish? I go Bin Laden, no hiding, but you coming after the bombest And I'm just honest, I rock it I'll take Mr. Mims, blister his chin and then figuratively rip his limbs Laughing as he shivers in fear, ripping his teeth through his ear Attack the enemy and all their people Look, you're dumber than a mule, I'm loving all the fuel You know nothing of what I can do, man let's double down and duel Fuck you, little tool What is it to you what the fuck I do? Knuckles make you drool, busting like a fool Put your pen to use! (Fuck-boy)