[Intro]
Really Chris Eller? Do you actually wanna try and debate who's better?
You know I’ve got absolutely no competition with your disses dropped like feathers
You’ve got no more Classroom Days, everyone knows you stand no chance
With these bits of info I’m just gettin’ even more askanced
[Verse]
Alright dude, I get it, you’re coming for the crown
Yet throughout this whole thing you haven’t made a single sound
Listen man, we get it, we’re all getting bored
Even more so then waiting for you to actually record
And you know I’ve been thinking, is this dude drinking?
I need to Set This Right, you need to chill with clinging
And bringing my name up in every fucking track
You talk all of this but I’d like to see you actually attack
From the titles, to the idol, and even the skits
You wanna call me a copy? You can’t come up with shit
All your shots have missed, let me be the one to say
At most you’re a slightly subpar MGK
You’re up for equality, and hey, that’s the way
But it’s not equal how compared to me you’re so far away, say
Wanna slit your wrists cause you’re gettin’ 0 chicks
You also can’t make a diss that doesn’t sound like total shit
Really isn’t hitting hard and my disses he wants to circumvent
You needa take a rest, cause shit rappers is what you represent
You think you left me cold but you ain’t got that Ill-I-Noise
Flood you with even more lyrics then the waters of Illinois
You overcome your challenges? Let me guess, did this faker
Learn how to pick a pencil and write some fuckin’ words on paper?
Making all these lines that you think are so good and so deep, you’re
Deep into the ground, think you’re supreme but you‘re just a sheep
It’s really nice to see that you’re getting better in strength
By that I mean actually making your songs full-length
Doubt you’d get the definition of my expression or my words too
Let me say it to your face: I just don’t like you
You’re drunk to think you’re raising the bar, better be hasty
To face me but your insecurities know “he made me!”
Deleted my SC twice, I got the time
To fight against a guy who doesn’t even know how to rhyme
In you, I got no faith, cause you’re straight up delusional
Really think you’re musical but your lyrics are inexcusable
“Girls ignoring me, I really want to end it all
Ain’t gettin’ no love, my self-esteem as small as tennis balls!”
Takin’ liquid shots, how the fuck you gonna last?
Complaining that I was rapping a little too fast?
Got a massive lookin ego, really think you’re that great
Hard to claim a career with no talent in the first place
Hide and take shots behind a keyboard? Call you Leafy
You think you’re tough shit but you hide behind “AK Beastie”
You’ll be Seein’ Red, I’m serious, your disses ain't meaty
I cut deep into your lyrics, for me this shit is ESEE
They’ll follow my trail, your breath as slow as a snail
I guess that both of us are gonna end up in jail
Can’t tell if you’re obsessed ‘cause you hate this child
Or because you’re just a straight up pedophile..
If my flow is trash lemme hear yours
But even asking you’d be out the door
I can’t go to war with someone this much of a bore
Take a hint on why you’re constantly ignored
My brain is scattered? That shit doesn’t matter
Give me 5 seconds and I’ll have you battered, after
You wanna try and go diss on Nigward?
The real homie has a quiver that’ll leave you left withered
Think you cause pain? Man that’s a joke
Call me the bat, man, you’re down in the smoke
You evoked the wolf, now you’ve got a pack comin’
It’s been a hot minute since I’ve been huntin’
Think you’re towerin’ but you ain’t even half-way
To carrying the amount of shit that I can weigh
Want me serious then we can play it that way
But you’re such a joke my first diss well, let’s say
You got fucked pretty hard, which is bizarre, cause we all know
Getting smashed isn’t something you’ve had, nor actual flow
We don’t get each other, on that we can agree
Make my next hit video “Inside The Mind of DJD”
Get back to RapPad, You’re so bad, it’s laughable
This ain’t the first time that you haven’t been compatible
Got you beat in everything, and what the people have found
Is you got crushed by a kid whose weighin’ three more pounds
You best know I’m no bull, dog, I’m the real deal
Feasting on this meal but he’s been so dry he’s got no appeal
Wanna step outside your zone and come within the hail?
You don’t even have the effort to create a thumbnail!
Sayin’ I’m the next 2Pac? Alright, man, chill
I mean you’re right, I fill the holes you make, you know I will
Be here no matter what I say, you’ll end up quitting in a day
A bit like Lil Tay, just male, older, and more cocaine
Just stop talking, you’re already dug into the floor
What todo with you? I Don’t Know Anymore
Lemme “spin” this, ain't none of us are on your side
Hit that outro, I’m done, end it with a few more lines
[Outro]
(You’re) Alone In This World, you just need to face
In more than one way you’re far out of place
Want a crown so bad? Think you’ll be the next Mathers?
You can take this crown, you’re the king, of the mumble rappers
