//Aye fuck em' up doom!!//
Rouund 1
Stop actin like u rappin on illmatic or stillmatic
Your skills are still tragic, D.U.M.B describes you, brains pure Static
Ego so inflated how'd you know its Rapid, so lost Stranded in a basket
Rappin so bad at this point just go in ya Casket, skip up is it a habit?
Hop away you little Rabbit, only sidelines you on are intersected to spawn
Get lost in Traffic " if you say so "
Just stay low you arent ghetto, you sound slow slower then a puppet
Round 2
Tryna be the supposit king, when you the one serving
Shout all loud, first rap needed help you should be Proud
Goin' on route like you just got Proud
You little scout, lets keep it real
Tryna clown me, oh yeah your funny
Get to choosing, bitch please
Get to Moving, your Losing, upbeat rooting, foaming out the mouth
Soaking up, rolling up, tryna be toting guns
Pocket-sized? bitch your measured in millimeters
Smoking in Kilometers, identity crisis alert, pom poms is desperate
Repeating lines like a parrot its hot headed, be Temperate
But dont think it hits hard girl its Threaded
Everythings overused, your oozed out straight confused
Dissing uncontrollably, writing nursery rhymes bitch this ain't poetry
Hope you agree, whatchu know about perspection?
Realize your misinformational and spread real lies
Trust me, that bar isnt figuratively
Round 3
None of this shit is your business, blowing kisses while your in your mental illness phase
No im not ableist let me rephrase
Talkin' all that smack, atleast my raps get Replays
Your a Replace of solo, you won't win the race
Talking shit when your in last place, embrace it and rap your pace
Blankless page, throwaway
Lyrics weak as hell, anyone can tell is bare
So beware, Fakin' in the spotlight
Your a fake, invisible its shadow, tryna talk like your dripping but its shallow
Ran out of on the ammo, on the defense, its narrow, bitch get yo cashflow
Round 4
You wanted war? ill give it to ya
Speaking on shit, bitch only thing you got is a 2nd grade diploma
Just ask Parker Dirosa, in this rap you ain't enough
Your a big bluff, acting tough when your in a scuff
Hittin' on puffs, bitch you rap bad as hell, why are you speakin' when you dont give 2 fucks
Mislead products, swaying in fronts, you can't touch this heat
Listen to more hear this complete
Round 5
Let me throw shade, God with me prayed for your fate
Enough more for hate to generate
Tryna talk like your in the midst of thrill, hey unc take your pills
You sound like diddy fucking meek mills
I got evidence, beans are in the spills
Untitled 04 drills, 100 miles and runnin'
Bustin out its somethin', motherfuckin' bitch leavin' yo body in Piles
Bitch you sound like a subspecies of the reptiles, your gonna be on trials
Bitch throwin defense while im throwing projectiles
Outro Round
Menaces complete
Put this baby asleep HAHAH
//SERPENTX IS HERE TOO?//
Atlas you mess with one person of X Factor you mess with all of us so let me just say this
You gonna lose a battle each time
Why? cause we protect the ones in our group and I know something about you
Like how you got beaten by a girl haha even I got in fights with girls but I still won
And don't try to shoot back cause it's one against all of us
So play your next move play your next card try to plant your seeds try to find some dirt on me
Guess what though?
Your not gonna find anything
All your gonna find is a lonely soul who is bigger and smarter than you
But just remember that we're the one who killed you or I'm the reason why you went suicide cause
I'm ok with having that on my conscience but your not now go drown in a ditch until you twitch
//Mackenz came to destroy you too bitch🤡//
Atlas101, you a fake ass friend
Pretending to be Solos pal, but you just pretend
Big ego, little heart, you a joke in the end
Thought you could flex, now you got no defend
Solo’s the queen, and you just a jester
Better tone it down boy, you ain’t the fester
X Factor crew ready to throw you down
When we roll up on you, better wear that frown
Atlas, you washed up, like a river run dry
Backstabbing bitch, you know we don’t lie
So watch your back, because karmas a beast
Solo’s got real friends, and you just a feast
//SOLO//
Don't you see?
You can't compare to us
You aren't us
And can barely even fucking compete with us
So what's your deal pussy?
You thinkin' its funny?
Buddy you remind me of P. diddy😂
Yeah I'ma call you out here and now
I heard you tried to force yourself on another peer
So what's your deal? is this what we're doing now?
People like you are ruining our generation
Catchin’ clout off the backs of the real OGs
But you a parody, man, just a bad '90s skit
Lookin’ like a goofy, throwin' cash in the air
But deep down inside, boy, we know you ain't there
Got no depth to your lines, it’s all surface
I’m spittin’ pure gold while you sound worthless
Bitch your just a fucking mess!
You the punchline of a joke, but I don’t laugh
Your a fucking jackass with no class
Someone everybody will always laugh too
This is your grave you best just quit
This is just the beggining
More is coming if you don't cooperate
This little show you display will be suspended
Because X factor and everybody knows your moves act like a bad sitcom
And your thinking your slick but truly your just a con
