You swallow secrets? Well, peep this
Thought that verse was built, but his rap’s fallen in pieces
And fuck bricks, his hands are full of faeces
He couldn’t investigate if he had a hypothesis
There’s too much bad grammar in his thesis
The reason he’s insane is ‘cause this faggot is so weeded
He’s spittin’ ‘cause I put maggots in his greens
Ran from a hurricane, that’s why my khaki’s full of creases
Listen, you’re not Beanie Sigel
You’re standin’ in front of a hundred thousand people
And you just delivered your worst shit ever
“Spit blackmail”? Yeah, that shit’s real clever!
Optical illusions? Stop it, you’re deludin’
Shut your mouth, dude, and stop droppin’ all that bullshit
After I pop this, when I drop shit, he is losin’
This is a dumb rap, and I just got him lookin’ stupid