Last round the old 'king crossed the rook', but in this MATCHUP YOU'LL GET SLAIN

I don't care if 'Sand castle,' I'll smack this bish up (bishop) 'cause this is ACTUALLY CHECKMATE

I'll bring the heat so his CASTLE WILL GET BAKED and turn to GLASS FROM INTENSE BLAZE

So if you 'throw stones in a glass house,' it'll COLLAPSE LIKE YOUR BEDFRAME

He thinks he's a hard PERSON TO DISS 'cause he RAPS WITH A FRESH TAKE

The real reason? You posted two VERSES YOU SPIT but can't get BACK IN THE HEADSPACE

That was 2016 but we ain't HEARD FROM YOU SINCE and you still ACT LIKE YOU GET FAME

Unlike you I WORK FOR THIS SHIT, so if I got Sand bagged, it's 'cause he's PRACTICALLY DEAD WEIGHT

I do wordplay without HAVING TO REACH, and I hate forcing bars but since I HAVE TO COMPETE...

You're formulaic as an algorithm TRAPPED ON REPEAT like 'Al Gore rhythm' when you RAP ON A BEAT--

Just a boring ass nerd that can't HANDLE THE HEAT! The climate's changed, you're washed up laying FLAT ON A BEACH

'Sand bars' have eroded, the INCONVENIENT TRUTH is an INTRAVENOUS TUBE feeding GALLONS OF BLEACH is still healthier than the big MACS THAT YOU EAT

Fuck SAGGING HIS JEANS, HE'S SAGGING HIS TEETS! He borrowed a car to buy PACKETS OF BEEF

And 'cause his ASS IS OBESE when he was HANDED THE KEYS he SAT WITH A CHEEK on the PASSENGER SEAT

He can't STAND ON HIS FEET without SNAPPING HIS KNEES and putting CRACKS IN THE STREET

If I shipped you back to some AFRICAN PEEPS, HALF OF THE STREET could SCRAP YOU FOR MEAT and LAST FOR A WEEK

You only call yourself a DJ 'cause you wanted FREE SAMPLES, so that's a NEAT HANDLE and I SEE THROUGH YOUR PLOT

You probably think Chilla Jones is the CREAM OF THE CROP, but when you try to bite his style the SCHEMING IS SOFT

So once this battle is over and you SEE THAT YOU LOST, realize it's your obesity that's CLEANING YOUR CLOCK

You hate being called fat and you NEED IT TO STOP, but treating it like a joke is the REASON IT'S NOT

So fuck multis, fuck schemes, fuck HATING ON YOU, this is more than an ANGLE TO CHOOSE, it's me SAYING THE TRUTH

Few weeks back your blood glucose hit 470... That could have been FATAL FOR YOU

You need help. Stop eating out and try MAKING YOUR FOOD. I guarantee your family will be GRATEFUL TO YOU

As for us, we'll be proud of the WEIGHT THAT YOU LOSE, because it's really not Top RANK WITHOUT YOU