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The outcome is obvious. Why do you still stand?
Get stepped on. Moses like a door-matted floor
You've been fucking with the bull, and bitch I gore Matadors
Get the point. Feel the fire like you fingertipped a joint
Except for tearing cheap papers, you ain't never ripped a joint
A fact mastered; I'll casey anthony this whack bastard
You going ghost on me for years, this bitch is past casper
Real talk; he squeels, "Bitch I'll peel off!", I feel flattered, kid
It's Murder William, turn your shit to splatter vision
The Rap mathematician; Talk is cheap, my Chakra speak
Naruto this sorry hoe. Every thing you bark is weak
You're a disgrace to M.I.A.
I'll slide through and leave this pussyhole M.I.A. forreal
This fucking guy has got an ego issue
Kill yourself, I'm at your eulogy like, "Thank god! We won't miss you!"
I won't lie, when your shower pic emerged shocked me
"Bill is whack", said this fucking stick of burnt broccoli
I'ma chill, cause what I'm spitting at you's not fair
I'm dissing Starving Marvin with some whack Sideshow Bob hair
And now I'm getting bored, and you're a Kenyan dwarf
I spoke the truth. Why the fuck you catching feelings for?
And now this racist is getting owned by a white dude
Fuck it, this faggot's another meal for me bite through
Your corny lines are like a mountain of Maize
And stop fronting like you're thuggin' from he county of Dade. You lie
Suburban chump. Pumpernickel with a slurp or bump
Thinking that you're hot shit; I won't miss. You're cold pissing
Big chips, it's poker night; this bum is Go-Fishing
You're spitting simple shit to pass it off as cold-fission
No mister, I don't think so. You stank bro
Listen, put the mic down. Don't pick it up till I say so
Check the payroll. You're what's wrong with rap today
Too much fucking Future, not enough of Jam Master Jay
Nerdy rapper: I'ma be that till I pass away
Next you'll be a Jerking fool. You're just another fad away
And you're Jafaking. Batty-boy ain't no real Rasta
Fucking with the monster. Get ate like Kielbasa
I'm a prophet; and Moses pulls an Exodus
Running from the mic; dissing me through forum messages
He's posted up in Miami, like, "I'm waiting for him!"
But when it comes time to battle, he switch to Jason Bourne
Disappear, and pardon me if I'm not spitting clear
I never cater to an audience of thug bitching peers
You hear? You are seven different kinds of whack
Bitch, my flow is harder than them Forza Sport time attacks
The fuck you think, I'm milking cows and fucking farming pigs?
I'm out here doing work and living life. I'm not just talking big
The fuck are you doing that's better than me?
You don't respect the damn craft; just cheddar and weed
You fucking sixth-grade, bitch-made, chimp-fade faggot
With a limp, ain't shit, but claim pimp game status. You a bitch
Fuck you and everything you stand for
You screaming stop the shit; but faggot I demand more
Every single thing you do's a fucking cop out
From backing out of battles to the cattle that you dropped out
Acting hard? Bitch be truthful with yourself
Spend more time writing, less Googling yourself
Fuck it, though. My offer's off the desk
There is no response you could drop that'd harm me, Ses
I'd do this shit for a buck and biscuit
Killing this whack rapper's like fucking his sister. Easy
I'd fuck him up in a minute
And I've been going like three. It ain't no wonder he don't like me
I gives a fuck if you aint fond of me tracks
I like all your fucking music! I love comedy rap! (I'm playing)
The worst part about it is that shit starting throat of yours
Moses spitting while a dick parts his vocal chords
"No he didn't!", Yes I did! I provoked the war
And then I finished it in one move. Fuck you
All this fucking passion that I put in to these lyrics
You're accusing ME of lying? Boy, what record was you hearing?
I'm a beast, and you're barely selling three
God complex flow: don't compare yourself to me