[Intro]

[Verse 1 - Massacre Monte]

Fighter jet flow bombard you with my bars
Y'all are no go's yo, lyrically
Tear you apart
Quit your bitching, you'll probably end up with the stitches
Cause these rhymes are cutting deep and you ain't no competition. Before you step to the mic watch who you're stepping too
From my point of view I'll roast you, the grill and the barbecue
Flame spitting emit the fire like a dragon, pants saggin', while these other bitches bandwagon
My flow is dirty like the sewers full of shit and mucus, please excuse us grind up cannabis puff it with hookahs. I'm not the shooter but I got the bullet in my hands, put it in my mouth shoot lyrics like you don't understand
I drop knowledge like textbooks and left hooks, upper cutting blocking and dodging all of these other rooks
Dropped the f bomb verbally assaulted every one of you
Making fun of you, sonnin every single one of you, baby all you dumb youngins suckin ya thumb, put my dick in the game and I'm about to cum
Take a trip through my mind and find the realist, these lyrics fueled up and ready to race to the finish
Spit the illest flows so eat your vegetables through my spectacles and you can see fakes being professionals
Grateful cause I'm just being me, what I see is a beggar, whining n getting on its knees
Saying "I hate life man I just want to end it, always bullied at school I'm not happy I'm pretending, them cool kids are troublemakers always get suspended, and to fit in I made fun of a girl and never meant it"
What's wrong with you, I can't put up with you, you're not being yourself you're acting like some other dude
You've changed man what happened to your innocent side, you use to be a good kid who wasn't out of his mind

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - ill Mind]
Man it's true I been gone for a while, I understand if you hate me
I took my spot back cause not a man could replace me
Visions of making money, weed and honey's what THEY see
I rap about real shit, less materialistic
This boy he used my line in his raps, I think he jinxed it
His whole careers dead. *moment of silence*
Little boy this what happens when you fuck around with them big kids
Take a look at your bio, you a little addicted
Man I had the most respect for them dudes but man you take it too far
Nobody touched me, though you looking to spar?
Now shit the game change, these rookies ain't hard
Ain't no plan to respect it, unlike you man my tracks have a message
In my younger days I learned from observing the truth
You not a rapper cause you claim you fucking work in a booth
So how shit are you? Cause I ain't made a sent off the shit I do
Music blasting, I'm abusing my passion
I'm starting a chain reaction, I refuse to be actin'
Cause now I'm telling stories when I used to be rapping
Ain't no dissin, I'm picking different intentions
Ain't no starting this beef, I'm just saying that you ain't different..

[Hook]

[Outro]