(Coughs)

They say these bars are like Covid (Covid), you get em right off the bat
These shits will rupture your noggin (noggin), just like a sinus attack
Bitches be tryna come at me (at me), why would you try to do that
Bitch you get eviscerated (brrrrr), before you even try to react

I’m back with the shits, hoe (buh!)
Bar-strapped, lyric GAT to your temple
When I snap it is not accidental, like a strap on the fuckin back of your ripped clothes
Motherfuck a Rarri, get a ‘lac or a Benzo
Bitch, I spaz with the pencil
Raps will go mental
Wrath of a schizo
Battle me, then go
Laugh when the shit goes
Back on you ten fold

When I hear that bass thump in my Beyers
I’m lookin’ at you like lunch has arrived
Cub to a lion, I always hunt for my tribe
Puncture and prying, I’ll fuckin’ rupture your spine
Trust me, I’ll pop open my trunk and then I’ll dump you inside bitch
Get the pump, or the 9 then you can get trumped with the .45
If you never fuckin’ with my music, bitch bye then (laughs)

Go-God of terrors, cause hysterics and you all will perish
I’ll be at your service, I’ll appall the bearers. And I never missed, so it’s a lotta bodies, It’s a body party, better call Ciara, shit, I’ll Fuck around and leave em’ all embarrassed (woah), you the type to go and call a sheriff, shit, you all are fairies. Shut up bitch, I’m speaking I’m Kamala Harris

Co-Cockin’ these verses, and I love to see ‘em drop with each word spit
I'm-I’m so suave it’s a curse bitch, when I walk, even when I talk it’s in cursive
Aye hop on Kirk’s dick, then Takeoff like Kirshnik
Durn it, stop the absurd shit
I have been cursed with the thoughts of a wordsmith

They say these bars are like Zika (bow); I got this shit in my blood
Should probably call me John Gotti, got arms on my body like they tryna give me a hug
You’ll be at the end of your rope when I pull it (pull it), so don’t make me give it a tug
Bitch it’s war, if you crossing my line, then I’m dragging you; period, bitch I’m not giving a fuck

She said I (what?) only want if the dicks insane ('sane)
Trick, I’m hung like a picture frame (frame)
Bitch you’re done, when the pencil spray
Spit them slugs when I fuckin’ grip them thangs (thangs)
Where I grew up all the kids would say vicious names, made me wanna get a K, click and aim, pop another clip and bang (bang), shoot the whole class; call it picture day (day) (gunshot)

The audacity of half of these rappers
Laughably wack mcs think they can clash with me and practically strain when I’m dragged in beef, but (yeah) when I’m writing disses back, I be half asleep at Applebee’s, that’s actually, naturally, why they call it a casualty, cause I be killin’ y’all casually (laughs)

Can’t stop now, I’m heated (heated)
Pistol to ya face bitch, that’s how you’re greeted (greeted)
You really wanna play? Then bring a beat and I’ll eat it, Im never leaving a crumble, each single meal is completed ('pleted)
Never leaving til I see all you retreated
Bitch I can never be beaten, don’t ever call me conceited ‘cause you know that bar for bar, I’m never bein’ defeated
If I ever was, I’d log in your shit and fuckin’ delete it (bitch)