This is the very first diss track that I ever wrote
but I spit bars so you might just get severed, tho
Remember, yo, you not on my knee level, bro
Can this song kill you? Yeah, well you never know
Listen, Dylan, Prodigy, Wolf, whatever you wanna be called
I'm yo father, you the son of me, dawg
You're whack, you're bad, you're crap, you're trash
Why you think I'm always bored when you're spittin your raps?
This is my crew, don't try to take control of it
You won't even get ahold of it for two seconds, you know it, witch
You talk so much trash, you must be a garbage man
Your rhymes just stink, it's like they just farted, man
Listen to this flow, ain't it just ridiculous?
And I don't even have to use language that's vigorous
You know this rap's insane, yeah you better heard
Think I'm killing you now? It gets worse it the second verse
You ain't no prodigy, I ain't give no apology
I'm going animals and this ain't even no zoology
Crazy on the mic and I don't even need psychology
You think you nice? You're more ass than a colonoscopy!
You got cocky since you came into Raw Rap
But you ain't all that so you better just fall back
If rap was like Kung-Fu, then my belt would be all black
This might make you leave, but I know that you will crawl back
If you had a career, I would end ya career
I'm a lyrical killa, I'm bringing all ya fears
I ain't put you here, you invited yaself into the party
I bet you sweating, and you ain't even pop a molly
I don't care if you leave, don't try to take my crew
Tryna mess with me? You will lyrically die you
idiot. You think that you a Prodigy?
Doesn't matter cuz you can't step to Lau the G.