[Verse 1]
You little hillbilly, I will turn your daughter to a big brainer
Z-double-U in the war, no disclaimer
Didn't think that I could rap 'cause I'm an entertainer?
Well, I'ma show you how you take out a hall-of-famer
There's no point in a rap battle, you'll just lose it
You was talking about little boys on "Just Lose It"
You had this weird obsession with MJ so much
That he had to go buy the rights to your music
Didn't think I could do this, I'll show them that Zuu's sick
Heavyweight, I'm a champion, every belt like music
I can break down the whole game, twist it up like a Rubik's
Alright stop, it's mandem time
[Verse 2]
Come here, USA, sit on my lap
And let me break it down why we're actually your dads
They love to cap and act like the UK can't chat
But the fact is you use English when you rap
Now there's a couple things you can use on the chat
Like I'm fat and how I eat food on the can
But I'll burn a boy, then I'll have the last laugh
Company eight figures from water in the can
But your whole career's about how you're a shit dad
And that you're a white boy who wish that he'd been black
Fuck "The Eminem Show", I'll kill him and sit back
You'll lose yourself if you try to come with a diss track
I'm overweight, me versus Slim is a mismatch
I'm not afraid of clashing a donkey the kickback
Is your little Stan's gettin' upset on the TikTok?
But I'll fly Hailie to sit on my big (Woo!)
You're gonna need a doctor for when I get pissed off
You can't be a GOAT, ain't even better than Rick Ross
Me? I've been the wave, if it's a clash, you can see shells
Let me dig a grave for another nigga in D12
You can't be a great, supporters are racists and be twelve
You a rap god, but the devil's in the details
You sold your soul, lyrics are gimmicks for retail
You stand for nothing, used your ex to excel
We all know about Kim, you gave your Ex hell
Put this pussy in a blunt, burn 'em and and exhale
Love a rapper in a coffin, I swear it's the best smell
I'm a grime MC, so clashing won't end well
Did it for my family, it was never to get girls
Music isn't about the numbers, don't care 'bout the best sells
It's more about the feelings you get when you press play
Didn't do it for the gains, I'll dead 'em and rest day
All your latest tracks, nobody is feeling them
When you rap, all I'm hearing is cinnamon, frinningen
If it's a war, then I'm winning, the stuff is minimum
If they're bigger, than the floor is harder when they're hitting it
This ain't even my final form, had to give them a little bit
You and Joyner are both arse, couldn't level with Little Mix
You little pricks, suck your mum if you hear this
And don't sue me 'cause, obviously, this beat, I couldn't clear this
