Hook (x2)
Call me the champ like chris jericho
My crossbow downs foes with big egos
I grow n’ grow spreadin’ across the whole planet
Verse 1
You charge a grand for features, how? ya such sh#t
You a pissed off b#tch, heard ya diss, yeah ya missed
This over man your last dance yeah i won
Two years ago, i first bodied you son
Got the rap game on a hook, you are just my bait
No debate ,you’re rotten #ss trash n’ ya fake
When ya dad left thе condom off, it was a mistake
You don’t want the beef, i eat ya up likе steak
Serve it to me raw, i want ya head on the plate
But we ain’t gotta wait, i’ll bring the violence tonight
Don’t test me middle fingers in the air and then i fight
I make masterpieces, killin’ boom bap beats
You’re bland, boring, corny, ain’t got no heat
But son i bring that fire, yeah i light that ether
Futuristic? ha! he wouldn’t want none either
Hook (x2)
Call me the champ like chris jericho
My crossbow downs foes with big egos
I grow n’ grow spreadin’ across the whole planet
Verse 2
You’s a b#tch! and i’ll yell it at ya face
I spit so toxic like i’m spraying bear mace
You a sad wack copycat of eminem
Mimic spitter ya need to quit cause you are not slim
If rappers don’t like me i just don’t care
All you p#ss# #ss haters online are just scared
f#ck yourself b#tch, open up ya damn dome
With this steel chrome, i’m breakin’ all ya bones
You f#ckin’ dead dude, you said so yourself
You buried alive, buried with all ya wealth
Tried to bury me but you ended up the target
Can’t step to the doctor of bars i’m the hardest
Extreme intelligence n’ split personality
I feel like a ghost cause nobody sees me
Sleepin’ on this emcee, brink of insanity
I’m heavy artillery pointed at ya arteries
Hook (x2)
Call me the champ like chris jericho
My crossbow downs foes with big egos
I grow n’ grow spreadin’ across the whole planet
Verse 3
I gotta lotta haters yeah a lot of enemies
Mostly ya fans yeah they obsessed with me
But they too dumb to get the lyrics that i spit
Cause i split sentences like a quantum physicist
Yeah you get the gist i’m better than this b#tch
My mind’s divine, i’m out of this world
You spend all ya rhymes b#tchin’ bout girls
Beggin’ for the smoke with the hunter of the goats
But you inhale and you choke
Like a hooker on the street beggin’ for pay to deepthroat
You never been to prison i swear i’d you wouldn’t last
In the slammer i was paid to hit targets so they passed
I’m the invincible, dismal lyricist
You’re a libtard narcissist triggered n’ pissed
So ya dissed n’ missed ya target idiot
From the bottom of my heart you suck, you should quit
Hook (x2)
Call me the champ like chris jericho
My crossbow downs foes with big egos
I grow n’ grow spreadin’ across the whole planet
Verse 4
On my diss sh#t, you made the top of the hit list
Pop a cap in ya knee, ya drop, yellin’ quit this
When i spit this i’m… like the rapping hannibal
Chop ya up fry ya up the dishes so delectable
You lookin’ like the rappin’ male version of roseanne
Who’s adorin’ this dorky dumbledorin’ lookin’ man
Saw you out in the woods,, diggin’ ya own grave
And you should cause if this battle is really what you crave
Then i’m puttin’ this wannabe clown down tonight
I’m the last emcee on earth you’d wanna fight
You made a diss competition lookin’ for a foe
But bro when i dissed ya as a joke you went n’ wrote
So don’t respond back to this attack cause you wack
But i’m ready to body ya back to back to back
So put down the pen, you’ll just make it worse
Don’t make me take out the trash in a f#ckin’ hearse
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