Ay, Suno on the beat hoe We know you're a puss just be real bro Get shot, you're family cryin', tellin you "breathe bro" Gettin' hit wit shots mother ****** better lay low What's up wit' all these wanna be rappers you say you a birb than why you ain't a flapper stop tryin', go back to dancin' wit the tappers lyin' in your songs, go be with the cappers You think i'm gonna let you disrespect me bastard? these rhymes you know I have mastered and they are everywhere and should be plastered I'm making up a new word called sattered this **** means ***** and ***** that's shattered sattered sattered sattered sattered a bird that isn't the word get so high this **** is **** yo girl broke up wit you now yo car is keyed this **** is a war and you should've fleed you got a crush on Olivia reed this **** is easy like a bird feed i'm at the front and I'ma lead don't make lies about me, and I won't speak truth about you you belong in the zoo yet you don't have a clue hit you and ****, it'll leave a boo-boo Birdy boy, is a fraud Rhymes shred him like he's clawed All his rhymes are flawed His rhymes are like a 5 year old that drawed *(Unknown's verse)* Yo, I step in the ring and your whole vibe collapses, You fragile with words, I spit bars like axes, Swingin’ through syllables, sharper than glasses, You stuck in the minors, I’m teachin’ my classes. I’m the storm in the sky that the thunder announces, Your lines sound recycled, my rhymes do arithmetic, count this— One for the flows that you never could master, Two for the beats where I’m movin’ much faster, Three for the shots that expose you, disaster, Four for the crowd when they scream for the bastard. See, you write like detention work, sloppy and late, Every punch that I drop is a lock on the gate, You starve for attention, but feastin’ on hate, I’m servin’ you lessons on platinum plates. Your pen got no venom, my ink drips with fire, Every bar is a weapon, I aim, then retire, Your dreams in the trash, all expired, I’m the ghost in your booth, your worst nightmare, sire. You chase for the clout like a broke paparazzi, I’m paintin’ a legacy, Basquiat, no copies, You a glitch in the system, a bug in the lobby, I’m the patch in the code, and I’m runnin’ it properly. So bow when you talk, ‘cause I’m royalty here, Your career’s just a meme, let me coin it this year, You wanted the smoke but you drown in the fear, I spit truth in the mic, make the lies disappear. Poppin' out wit some first person shooter **** Me and Daniel killin' ****, on some twista **** wait a minute, you said that ****? On twinnin', oh **** Little, ******* *****, throwin' a fit you a boy but you might as well be a girl with that song **** man that anger on the meter is gainin a bit the fire stoked, the fire lit ***** **** the big three, ***** it's just big me These rhyme are cuttin' like a cleave I'm gonna **** up this **** like Steves **** wait. I meant thieves You got a million faces? Sounds like mixed personality's wow, it's your demise, get this. A true lovers demise Ay. What's up? Bomber. Bombin' you like some rallies Get yo lover boy out of here, stop yo ******' lies i'm slayin' bones, like a bone slayer, numberin' that **** like tallies I'm in session and i'm startin' to rise You better beat it, i'm hoppin in the caddies These haters demolished, they shrinkin' in size (YUH) (AY **** YOU)
