[Intro]
Ah, man
See, that first track, you wasn’t touching that
Dawg, you was on me, but, it’s on me so
It’s the double tap
N***as say they love negativity but they got the inability to deal with it till they gotta deal with us
So let’s deal with it
Ha ha ha, I had fun with him last time
This time Imma really talk to him
Come here

[Verse 1]
Man this n***a is ignorant, homie still tripping, I switched my opinion? Nah, n***a, I didn’t
I say “I don’t like it”, then I’m just a critic, I say something nice, now you posting my pictures
Let’s talk about Twitter, I’ll show you the difference, I go to Twitter promoting your killing
You go to Twitter to show you a victim and show that you isn’t the n***a in writtens
Who loading the clip in the stick and then spinning and saying that you is the best when you spitting
And claiming that you ain’t got no competition, till you told to compete then you get in your feelings
I’ve rhymed with N9ne like so many times, them shots in your lines wasn’t hitting, cheap liquor
I’ve worked with Fantano, I sent him a list of the spitters and he ain’t know you, little n***a
Saying that n***as was riding my dick when them n***as trying to save you is different
That first round you didn’t survive but some gotta lie and make me the villain
But fuck it I get it, use this as a chance to get out them feelings you’ve had for a minute
You know we know what is is and it isn’t, still got love for n***as but I know the business
You bringing up UpChurch? You gon’ side with a racist to try and deface us? That’s effin’ bizarre
Rhymed “Cornhusker” with “Nebraska”, oh, that’s gut laughter yeah he “blessed me with bars”
You soft shoeing, gat blaming at random at his feet for tap dancing
Boy, you Kanye West ranting, temper tantrum having internet savage
Dissed me for ERB? Boy, that’s precious, I cosplayed as king for one second
Difference is the character you preparing for is in your fucking reflection
The man in the mirror you see before breakfast before you “1-2” microphone checking
Use that same flow, rhyme with no presence, then hop in a session and lie about weapons
You pass on fists you pacifist, I like your suit, you came dressed in your casket fit
The casket fit a cast of kids, so I got room for this bastard and anybody after him
He said my pen ain’t matching his? That was clever, lie detector say that’s a fib
I can’t tell if your passion’s rapping or watching reactions, cause that’s when you passionate
Let me teach you a lesson like a fucking man, don’t throw rocks and start tucking your hand
Mention me on your lil’ song, you get smoked like a bong—that’s a rap thing, you wouldn’t understand
Trying to tell me what real n***as do? Oh, really, that’s cute
Real n***as wouldn’t diss Luke Gawne, huh? Well, real n***a, what about you?
Real n***as send lyrical threats, then really get checked, then send IOUs
Maybe I’ll say “I won’t go back and forth” and then go back and forth and be a real n***a too
Ain’t it sad that they bumping you way harder cause you fuck with Scru?
N***a you should just start rapping ‘bout me, when you rap ‘bout Bleach you don’t get as much views
[Chorus]
A lot of your people been hitting the boy (I’m stirring the pot, I’m stirring the pot)
Like damn, Fizza, why you hit him so hard? (I’m stirring the pot, I’m stirring the pot)
I used to fuck with this n***a a lot (I’m stirring the pot, I’m stirring the pot)
And got him thinking he could box with the Gods (I’m stirring the pot, I’m stirring the pot)
A lot of your people been hitting the boy (I’m stirring the pot, I’m stirring the pot)
Like damn, Fizza, why you hit him so hard? (I’m stirring the pot, I’m stirring the pot)
I used to fuck with this n***a a lot (I’m stirring the pot, I’m stirring the pot)
And got him thinking he could box with the Gods (I’m stirring the pot, I’m stirring the pot)
And this n***a can not

[Bridge]
Huh, huh, aw man
Imma show you how to really switch it up when you switch them beats up, look

[Verse 2]
What stupid men say? “Scru gon’ lose in this pen race”
This here for you, for thinking lil’ dude was gon’ move the sensei
If he move, do his neck, like the leg off of Kunta Kinte
Pull the plug, doctor look at him strange as he choose the end game
N***as bump my songs, then ask for reactions, that got me stacking
That just means they grasping both of my passions, you hustling backwards
You have to change your promotions tactics to get some traction?
What happened to the n***as you was rapping with before the animatics?
Before you saw that dudes get the views with the nerd rapping
Swerved back and used that in your tracks to get some traffic
Then he wanna talk about accountability but literally
Just can’t admit that he dissing me cause he can’t take real critiques
You easily gotta be the dumbest n***a to beef with me
His words say that I’m wrong but his actions actually agree with me
Like what you doing right now? Battling, right?
You said my name, I took the challenge, now you battle for life
See how you didn’t have to cry and whine about not trying to fight?
Just grabbed the mic, you realize, you proved I’m actually right?
And bitch, I never said I did a tour with Tech or K.Dot
Whoever you had digging up dirt was hitting straight rocks
I did shows at home with them n***as, I’ll tell you what I did with it
But this could take a minute so fuck it I’ll get specific
Sold out shows by myself, hit the road by myself
Enough dough in distro, could pay a loan by myself
I get pictured every place I fucking go by myself
But I’m too known, so I can’t even fucking go by myself
Nothing grosser than n***as saying what they would do as you
Like, n***a, worry about you so you can start making some moves
You keep watching other dudes, that’s your problem you lil fool
Like, what the fuck you plan to do when they don’t care about this feud?
Then it’s back to them views, they gonna start lacking it’s true
You’ll probably get to slacking and not dropping raps again, too
If I’m the con then god damn fam, you really a scam
Look how my reaction got you acting—bitch, who really the fan?
You really a Stan, let me sign a hat and give to this man
If you can’t take your girl to Dream Con, she ain’t feeling you fam
This n***a thought he was the Rock, he more Pebbles and Bam Bam
Put the 40 to the 9 like he be fanning for San Fran’
We warriors man, don’t try to war with us fam
Or we’ll make another crazy headline out of Florida Man
Said a Nebraskan can’t beat you? You delirious, damn
Well, if a Nebraskan can’t beat you, this Nigerian can
The way you fit my words to fit your narratives is just embarrassing
Half the shit you try to say I said, I really never did
Like, I ain’t say going on Twitter was the problem
I said the problem was going on Twitter when you dodging
You care too much about these reactions that you be watching
You even put reactions on disses that you be dropping
N***a log off, don’t log in, don’t like me? Don’t watch him
Either love me or leave me alone is your only option
Shout out to Hova that’s a lesson that he taught me
This Mari pack it got me wheezing, got me coughing
[Outro]
This shit too easy, mane
At this point, I’m just having fun, man
Ha ha ha, this is what I do, bruh
Listen, #MariDeader till infinity, boy