Verse 1:
From the sidelines, you had some high hopes to cross me
But, on the spot, you’re facing your doom without an autopsy
With pure hate, I’m out hunting for the fakest ducks
In a world of war wounds, you’re a measly-ass paper cut
You should’ve stay in your rut
With the lotion and some tweezers and played with your nuts
Because you’ll feel that big, shiny blade up your butt
A friendly-acting snake-in-the-grass is dangerous as fuck
Explain to me something, how you live life with lies
Looking for heads to fry with evil plans you devise
So, it’s a must I sever ties because I spot danger from all angles
‘Cause familiar faces have changed to perfect strangers
Selling out for the gusto was your biggest downfall
Now, drop to your knees, feel the sweat from my biggity balls
‘Cause you’re calling for some new commandments, but are quicker to break them
Through your transparent skull, I can see that you’re faking
Straight up and down, your whole life is a contradiction
Building hype in this division, but too light for competition
Trying to show your brain is ill, or you tote that stainless steel
Just ‘cause you cuss and throw tantrums; that don’t make you real

Hook (2x):
This is a straight up dis; you could’ve did like Nino and called it business
But, y’all made it personal
So, I’m gon’ make it controversial, too
Once I murk you fools throughout the verse, you’re through

Verse 2:
Hypocritical figures are quick to say I’m standing on thin waters
But, strolling on dark paths with dim aura
I’ll surely slaughter your character in 5-dimensional horrors
‘Cause you’ve cross these borders, a long way from your quarters
Maggots, leeches, and worms will complete your order
Fool, your wins remain lower than Laura
Yet, you show disdain for your peeps and hope that I would fold in pain
My third leg’s whipped out, giving you the golden rain
You thought you was top notch, now you’re sent to the hot spots
While you cock block, I’d rock knots
You sent pot shots, now you’re crying your heart out for repentance
Blaming it on controlled substances; you still can’t escape vengeance
‘Cause, where I’m aiming at is head, chest, and guts
Feel the low blow like war vets that’s stuck
You’re like Bush, starting shit you can’t properly finish
So, now, you and your progeny will be diminished
Before I close the final chapter
I’m ripping marks, then X-ing them out the spot because they’re no factor
Now, what I’d do to these exaggerating actors
Like Threats Pimp’s drug money, chop ‘em up and stuff ‘em in a mattress

Hook (2x):
This is a straight up dis; you could’ve did like Nino and called it business
But, y’all made it personal
So, I’m gon’ make it controversial, too
Once I murk you fools throughout the verse, you’re through

Verse 3:
It’s funny how these powerless cowards hide behind their badges
To show authority and switch out in front of the masses
Testing the sickest nigga’s patience; it’s tragic
‘Cause, now, you’ll feel the sharpest sting since fuckin’ hoes raw in Black Magic
So, never ask why I don’t hide emotions
Y’all left no choice; just hear it in my voice from the roasting
That’s obscene, forcing me to go out of line
On the defensive side, crushing foes that out to shine
Now, with all due disrespect
My brutal force will have you hitting decks as sharp words split your neck
Separating cabeza from your spinal cord
Sweetest revenge is the most ferocious omnivore
There’s no love because you provoke extremities
So, foot to head will be the remedy ‘cause your bullshit’s offending me
It takes sense to see
That my gift of talent will curse all you motherfuckers like the Kennedys
H-E-double hockey sticks is where I’m sending these
Blasphemous serpents with unscrupulous tendencies
Never friends, always my enemies
I constantly clash with like those Titans from Tennessee
Putting me on Front Street as if you’re bad and mean
But, once you go home, it’s a totally drastic scene
Feeling the worst wrath from your better half
One wrong move, suffer their pestilent epitaphs
So, fuck you, your rules, your clique, your strife, your game
Your whips, your chains, your status, your life, your name
After the maggots goggle up your brain
You’ll be meeting up with Kurt Cobain
Now, suck on that, bitch!!!

Hook:
This is a straight up dis; you could’ve did like Nino and called it business
But, y’all made it personal
So, I’m gon’ make it controversial, too
Once I *explosion*