You can’t stop me ’cause I have nothin’ left to prove And if you’re in the way, I suggest you fuckin’ move. If you think you could test me, take an L, you’re gonna lose. Let me walk up on the beat. Nah, instead I’m gonna cruise. Why the heck should I be walking? I got A-D-D it’s awkward who forgot to shut the faucet. Take your time? Get off it. Only go, no need for pausin. I show up to your show like, “What the fuck is this?” You spittin’ nursery rhymes with Howard The Duck lips attached to your mommy’s tit I piss in the punch bowl while sellin’ merch in the lobby Signin’ autographs like “Lick my ass, Bobby” You rap like a Zoom call from a fartin’ priest You use a mic cord to floss the gaps in your teeth You rhyme “day” with “pray” like it’s deep and bold I rhyme “deadbeat dad” with a three-year-old child support back pay bank roll I don’t give a shit if your verse gets claps You sound like you got bullied by Google Maps Your whole crew look like substitute dads With broke vape pens and discount swag I been banned from brunch for screamin’ facts Got kicked outta school for grabbing’ the teacher’s rack You rap like a YouTube prank with slow lag I rap like a jailhouse shank with toe-tags I once punched myself in the face and spit truth through blood While your tape sound like it was recorded inside the drain pipe of a tub I don’t “go hard”, I rupture ribs While you rhyme “grind” with “time” like a little bitch I throw chairs at crowds just for cardio Your spit like your whole playlist’s Cardi-B flows I got lyrics that’ll shoot up the disco You got more gay-bars than San Francisco Your mama’s so dumb she gave me her rent Then cried in a Denny’s pinchin’ pennies until her last dime was spent I once pissed on my best friend’s mom during sex Then freestyle-wrestled a vet with Tourette’s I’m a shit-storm wearing a ripped vest and boots You sound like a thought that forgot its roots I slap whole sets with a evil grin You sound awkward like you shit your pants while minglin’ You’re soft as the tissue your grandmother hoards I spit like I been locked in a psychiatric ward My verse got the grace of a barfight brawl You rap like a failed Zoom call in a outhouse stall I once caught a case for punchin’ a whole in a face You got no taste, still in your ride bumpin’ Puffy and Mase I freestyle ugly, broke, and proud While you sound like you scared of bein’ too loud I been off meds since the second grade Still slay more lame-ass rappers than your dad gets paid I spit in your drink, then ask for a raise Your girl likes when I serenade and changed her name I’m the type to DM your whole-ass crew With dick and pussy jokes layered in kaiju super glue You rhyme “fight” with “light” like a fuckin’ fool I rhyme “funeral nap” with a blood crusted tool I once screamed and shout in a therapist’s mouth Then turned her out and dropped two albums and ripped holes in her couch You rap like a substitute guidance nerd My words are absurd like a verse full of slurs and hurt I piss off fans with a single bar Then laugh while takin’ a dump on my manager’s car You rap like a panic attack on Red Bull Lite I rhyme like a gamblin’ addict on casino night I’m vulgar, cracked, and blessed with rage Like a hate mail letter with a Bible page I’ll roast your whole set with a middle school diss Like “Your bars got divorced and now they piss sittin’” I once got head during open mic Right before hittin your dike with a pack of Mike an Ike’s You sound like a Doctor Phil stage with cramps I rap like a wish straight from the genie lamp sportin’ a Kid-N-Play high top fade and sparklin’ Hammer pants You can’t stop me ’cause I have nothin left to prove And if you’re in the way, I suggest you fuckin’ move. If you think you could test me, take an L, you’re gonna lose. Let me walk up on the beat. Nah, instead I’m gonna cruise. Why the heck should I be walking? I got A-D-D it’s awkward who forgot to shut the faucet.
