Universal

[Verse 1]

I hear you talkin' shit, bro you think you're the heat

Please bow down to defeat you're barely mince meat

Stop with the street talk, and start to do the street, walk

Lock yourself in and tell me this, how you gonna battle with this sick shit that I spit bitch

See you still flappin' your jaws, prepare to be thrown in the ocean

In the middle with jaws

Or prefer to be served and severed with claws, knock on the doors Of absolute death you may

But please be ready for the automatic failures you may make

So take this and wait for another dismembering, remembering

The tethering of your dream and how it was minced to pieces

Believe in yourself please, to save you now you'll be needin'

Help from Jesus

You think I'm copy, pastin' please, tell me how you're actin' up

Better be quite or Imma bout to bitch smack your mouth shut

For good, yeah man talk the hood talk better go back and walk the hood walk you ain't had the taste of a real G

[Verse 2]

Get back down to your level and prepare to be beat

Writin' on your sheet, like you're deep please bitch your weak

You ain't on my level or a level at all, take a vacation

Up the damn wall and fall

Humpty Dumpty, I must be rusty but you better knock the shit Down if you goin' against me

I'm hard to beat, you're hardly cheese compared to these beats And this emcee

You ready, alright, so come on down, I bet you to do it

Let's see if you got the balls or if you're just truant

To me, yeah let's keep an eye, on your ass as the heat intensifies

Talk to me in a smart tone, prepare to meet your demise

Throw you, a hundred million miles is what im finna do

Call me Son Goku

[Verse 3]

I already told you, what I'm gonna do, finna plow through

Yeah man try to tackle a topic more intense then mine

I always rap from the heart, make the fake rappers sigh

But I really really don't give at all a flying fuck

My chance of making this shit is the same as seein' a flyin' truck

Or it could all depend on some serious luck

Maybe I'll release a track that is heard my millions

Make it big and to the top and make billions

But that's a dream for another day, I'm here to take you down

Don't care what you say

Freestylin' this rap shit to the grave

Rap battlin' bitches in my spare time for loose change

Please, all of you fake ass rappers are plan

[Verse 4]

Make like like a plane and take the next trip away

Far away, from here I don't need to here your shit anymore

I'm tired of it now, next place to be, will be a fuckin' morgue

But let me just let you all know this, I'm sick of it, all of it

So listen next time I write another track

Listen to the facts I spit, and find it through my old wack rap crap

I know I've said some shit, that know I demise

But just look at my own and, your own life

But this time, through my eyes

I got a couple little bitches that need a little call out

But I'll reside, got more and more, don't get me wrong

Now get the fuck back home and call your mom

Continue to rap please, just leave me alone

I'm done hearing wack disses like this

I'm sick of this, listening to this petty as shit

Bitch