[Verse 1: BadLuck]
A lot of people claim they battle rap (Yeah, well I do battle tracks
Rally your speakers, break your tweeters so you can't battle back
Cower back, who the one that's smacking all these cowards back?
How I laugh when my shit's up on your head like shower caps
I'm proud of the fact that I'm tryna pull more weight than a pallet jack
And the crowds are getting loud from the amount of sound that the drama tract
A pack of clubs with better gloat than you just steady packing jacks
And acting like you gang of thugs, master of the battle rap
You need to get it cool, bitch, you ain't shit
BadLuck and Saint Sinna taken away big
You in the wrong line of work spitting battle raps
Rapping on thе microphone, you weren't еnough for camel cash
You need an hourglass, so you can see the time wasted as you're spitting raps
It's giving me a laugh
Maybe you should dig your rep to keep 'em all laughing
And be the next big thing on Last Comic Standing (Motherfucker)
[Chorus: BadLuck]
You wanna talk shit (Yeah), you're gonna fall quick
I'm sick with the diss track bitch, don't you make me (Come on)
Leave my name out your mouth before I silence your sound (Yeah)
Leave you dead on the ground, who wanna hate me?
You wanna talk shit (What), you're gonna fall quick
I'm sick with the diss track bitch, don't you make me (Haha)
Leave my name out your mouth (Yeah) before I silence your sound (Yeah)
Leave you dead on the ground, who wanna hate me?
[Verse 2: Saint Sinna]
You motherfuckers must have it twisted, I don't do battle raps
I straight up go for the throat like a pig and leave you bleeding on the track
So bring your peeps to the mat and I bring the G to the max
I'd even speak in all caps 'cause I'll leave 'em eating their racks
And I'll be complete with the facts, you couldn't compete with my tax
A decree to my patent, no worries 'cause I sleep with an axe
Butchered like the reed of a sax, then I put my feet in your ass
I'ma flaunt my skill like I keep my fucking heat on the dash
So keep stepping and catch a free lesson
On how to freak sessions, my mind's a sleep weapon
That seeks those testing and eliminates with no question
After defeat they forget what they repping and head in my direction
This lyrical oppression and I just happen to be that guy
That jolts on any track and it's an instant battle cry
Keeping it to reach my high
You've been forced to skydive without a parachute 'cause you're not that fly
[Chorus: BadLuck]
You wanna talk shit (Yeah), you're gonna fall quick
I'm sick with the diss track bitch, don't you make me (Come on)
Leave my name out your mouth before I silence your sound (Yeah)
Leave you dead on the ground, who wanna hate me?
You wanna talk shit (What), you're gonna fall quick
I'm sick with the diss track bitch, don't you make me (Haha)
Leave my name out your mouth (Yeah) before I silence your sound (Yeah)
Leave you dead on the ground, who wanna hate me?
You wanna talk shit (Yeah), you're gonna fall quick
I'm sick with the diss track bitch, don't you make me (Come on)
Leave my name out your mouth before I silence your sound (Yeah)
Leave you dead on the ground, who wanna hate me?
You wanna talk shit (What), you're gonna fall quick
I'm sick with the diss track bitch, don't you make me (Haha)
Leave my name out your mouth (Yeah) before I silence your sound (Yeah)
Leave you dead on the ground, who wanna hate me?
You wanna talk shit (Yeah), you're gonna fall quick
I'm sick with the diss track bitch, don't you make me (Come on)
Leave my name out your mouth before I silence your sound (Yeah)
Leave you dead on the ground, who wanna hate me?
You wanna talk shit (What), you're gonna fall quick
I'm sick with the diss track bitch, don't you make me (Haha)
Leave my name out your mouth (Yeah) before I silence your sound (Yeah)
Leave you dead on the ground, who wanna hate me?
