[Intro] Gut check! (Gut check… gut check… you fucked up comin’ at me) [Verse 1] (Yeah!) You swingin’ at shadows ‘cause you too much a bitch, Tryna tag my crew ‘cause you scared I’ll switch. I’m Elon with the DOGE cuts, slashin’ your guts, I crash markets, you crash streams, you worthless fuck. Your bars in French? You a coward in disguise, Don’t want me to catch the whack shit in your lines. You call my shit trash but you binge every song, Masturbatin’ to my flow while pretendin’ I’m wrong. I got nearly 10x the fans you’ll ever pull, Your “world tour” fits tight in your mom’s Corolla, fool. Symphonic rap nerd, baton stuck in your ass, Snap that stick in half and conduct your collapse. When the fuck did your rhymes ever win Suno cash? I’m leaderboard flexin’ while you beg in the trash. Bought bots for followers, engagement still zero, I’m the god in this bitch, you a failed superhero. [Pre-Chorus] You want clout, I see that thirst on your lips, But you flop harder than the Fyre Fest trips. Your flow so dead it should come with a hearse, I’m the curse in the code, you rehearse, then disperse. [Chorus] (Gut check) Gut check… bow the fuck down, no escape… (woah-oh, woah-oh) (Gut check) Gut check… every move you make’s a mistake… (yeah yeah) Gut check… I’m the storm, you the drizzle in the rain… Gut check… scream my name, feel the weight, feel the pain… (woo-oooh) [Verse 2] Your flow predictable like a Windows update, I spit viruses lethal, you just crash out late. You bite my style so hard you chipped your teeth, Spittin’ my B-sides, still soundin’ weak. Your bars so frail they can’t hold Wi-Fi, I innovate genres, you recycle and die. Your “big break” was broken before it began, I’m cashin’ payouts, you just beggin’ for fans. You swing at my shadows ‘cause you fear my frame, But all that jealousy just turnin’ you lame. Your “Link in bio” screams cry for help, Your ego’s a debt your talent can’t welp. I’m a supernova, you a candle in the breeze, Your diss is a joke, I’ll end you with ease. You say you from the streets but you live in the thread, I’m rent free in your head, rearrangin’ your bed. [Pre-Chorus] You got no rhythm, your preset’s stuck flat, I architect futures, you still Googlin’ rap. Your “sold-out show” was a cop knockin’ in, I’m the algorithm’s god, you a fuckin’ glitch sin. [Chorus] (Gut check) Gut check… bow the fuck down, no escape… (woah-oh, woah-oh) (Gut check) Gut check… every move you make’s a mistake… (yeah yeah) Gut check… I’m the storm, you the drizzle in the rain… Gut check… scream my name, feel the weight, feel the pain… (woo-oooh) [Instrumental Mosh Breakdown] Gut check! Gut check! Gut check! Gut check! [Breakdown] I’ll drag you through fire, let your skin fucking peel, Turn your weak symphonies into meals I steal! I’ll choke out your chorus with a six-string blade, Cut your career short like a TikTok fade! Your career’s a corpse, I’m pissin’ on the grave, I’ll livestream your downfall, wave after wave! [Synth Guitar Solo] [Bridge] I’m the glitch in your code, I’m the patch in your soul, You a side mission bitch, I’m the ultimate goal! I’m the DOGEfather, cuttin’ throats in the pit, My bars hit harder than a pipe full of shit! You a parody of a parody, a clown in my play, I’m deplatformin’ your ass, fuck what you say! This isn’t rap beef, it’s pest control, I’m gut checkin’ your ass, deletin’ your role! [Final Chorus] (Gut check) Gut check… bow the fuck down, no escape… (woah-oh, woah-oh) (Gut check) Gut check… every move you make’s a mistake… (yeah yeah) Gut check… I’m the storm, you the drizzle in the rain… Gut check… scream my name, feel the weight, feel the pain… (woo-oooh) [Outro Guitar Solo]
