Don't do it to yourself, boy, challenging me
Gambling with your career, babbling fabulously
Rambling when you don't have a handling actually
My Vocabulary's too Vast - capital V
Cannibal shred like an animal when my head and my mandible
Pull together, it's tactical deconstruction infallible
And I do this so casual, type this out in my bed
Writing the words in my head, eat every verse that I've said
Swallow every word, and tell your following wallowing
They can listen to this clobbering on Spotify offerings
Maybe wise up some, start subscribing to me
The light-skin game rapper prescribing 'em D
You think you're bettеr than me, 'cause you got three hundred "thou"
Man, I run circlеs around you, never leaving the ground
You said that you can beat me, appeasing you now
You've awoken a demon, boy, you're needing to bow
Not claiming I'm the best, but I'm better than you
You used numbers as a measure, how clever of you
That only goes so far, 'cause when I heard your last track
I was taken back, like, god damn, this is wack! Right?
But I gave you another chance and listened
He must've been off, dismissed it and kept sifting
Through your library, all the way to the beginning
Then it was all clear, your listeners straight tripping
You call yourself an artist? You must've lost your marbles
You're garbage, soon to be carcass from this carnage
I'm the new age, and you're running off a cartridge
Video game metaphor's, and you're the target!
You call yourself the best in the genre?
Set the vodka down before you get in anymore drama
I'm a problem, one you don't want to have
I'll have YouTube pulling your ads, like oh damn
This is terrible content, barely bearable nonsense
But how would you know that from reading the comments?
That's why you've got me, being painfully honest, and
This is your last chance, take it or not, it
Doesn't matter to me, I'm not giving you up
But I wouldn't suggest trying to call on my bluff
'Cause I'll roast you, small me taking your name
Dragging it out in the mud, only you here to blame
All I'm spitting is flames, go ahead and call me Dylan
You saw some big boy pants you figured you would try on
But you just a bitch, don't forget your nylons
I spit bleach, and everyone "dyes" around me - bye blondes
So this is your first and last warning
The next time it'll be you and your subs mourning
Keep your mouth shut, otherwise you'll be forcing
Me to write part two, and I'm ready for recording!