[Verse 1: El Bandito]
You never had potential, just look at your credentials
Semantics non-essential and you rap inconsequantial
God is vengeful, I make shit suspenseful
My influential logic is the opposite of gentle
Pretend you been up in this game with no release
For 10 years atleast cuz you can't afford no beats
Bitch please, he can buy weed but can't afford a lease
You weak, obsolete, retreat and stop breathe
I understand it gotta be hard to spit and pronounce
And articulate yourself with a dick in ya mouth
You cock sucking piece of shit need to get ya head straight
Lil Yachti and Uzi Vert, most likely bed mates
Look at they dyed hair, resembles a rainbow
Them gay flows like Drake shows crying to paid hoes
But what's worse? Let me think, Meek Mill
Bodied by the type of dude that whispers to a threadmill
[Hook: El Bandito]
It's about to be a bloody murder season coming over to you
When the record labels dropping you
I thought you knew what we do
This the next level, coming true
Fuck this rap game if I gotta turn my lyrics off
No more creativity in you...
I thought you knew, turn the radio on like... ??
[Verse 2: Lil Neekz]
No second guessing, wack rappers wearing dresses
Young Thug and Wiz Khalifa, featuring Evanescence
Gay stage directors and I came to slay ya presence
You're a tranny poppin' 'Zanis and all them anti-depressants
Stop sucking man-nectar and gobbeling dicks for breakfast
Only time ya mouth should be open is in that mid-sentence
Or when ya at the dentist, real talk, don't get offended
I ain't sexist I just know a man can't get pregnant
Ya more like Peter Parker but i know you fucking Venom
While I'm out on tour, You're on all fours, and that im betting
Pretending your independent, some sort of authentic legend
Ya too old like some discontinued shady anasthetics
Better than any competitor, my flow is so disobedient
This the killing season and Neekz the missing ingredient
Call the medium, never bite the hand that you feeding from
Tryna pull a knife on this poltergeist undefeatable
[Hook: El Bandito]
It's about to be a bloody murder season coming over to you
When the record labels dropping you
I thought you knew what we do
This the next level, coming true
Fuck this rap game if I gotta turn my lyrics off
No more creativity in you...
I thought you knew, turn the radio on like... ??
[Verse 3: El Bandito]
The way I kill rappers who in a squad car to snitch faster...
Than 40 Glocc can sue The Game for his ribs fractured
I split atoms, unravel sick chapters
Of Hip-Hop's pollution include it's bitch factor
I rip jackers with no anestethics
When I flip daggers, bodybaggers never call the paramedics
Synthetic copy cats, I leave 'em with prostethics
But I'm professional so thats why I will never get the credits
[Verse 4: Lil Neekz]
You will get beheaded, always bounce back like tennis
Testosterone injections, should've checked metrics
If ya battling Neekz, bring 3 cc's of excellence
Toronto we travel free, from B.C. to Berlin
Knee deep in bourbon we juice 'til we swervin'
The weeds cheap, I'm cursin', destructive in person
Abducting you earthlings when nothing is working
Find your inner purpose this world is a circus
[Hook: El Bandito]
It's about to be a bloody murder season coming over to you
When the record labels dropping you
I thought you knew what we do
This the next level, coming true
Fuck this rap game if I gotta turn my lyrics off
No more creativity in you...
I thought you knew, turn the radio on like... ??
