Mockery 5

Let’s take a look at your past
Nah this won’t be fast
I’ll put you on blast
Shelve you in a cast
Let’s delve
To when you were twelve
Groped your cousin like a helve
Ask Raven Barzaga, yo cousin
You might be that baby’s daddy or a couple dozen
My shots keep you buzzin
My fans real, yours are bots
I think you forgot
I am what you’re not
An emcee, with all this dirt to jot
And ima make this shit hurt
Tryna rob my culture to sell a shirt
Let’s pull you out your shell
You was cryin in class, hell
All because you couldn’t pass
Get your MAGA looking ass
Out the game, fuck Alex Barzaga
You a follower I’m an aga
So let’s end this saga
I’ll end your career with no regrets
I see all the bets
Been a soldier since I spit with Austin Betts
You ain’t never pop no perkset
Different backgrounds, you grew up on pop
I grew up on straight Hip Hop
You a vulture, you better stop
You ain’t even heard about Jay Dee or what he chop
On normality I’m on top
Fuck your fake personality
You’re a mortal, this is a fatality
You support police brutality
You the type to cry to the court
You a snitch who likes to distort
Real quick, do you even know Too Short?
You had to pay for escorts
Yo Mama ain’t love you, she tried to abort
I ain’t ever see her, she must’ve died
Wait? She just tryna hide
She left you? Must’ve killed yo pride
Mention Jeremy but you the one who committed career suicide
Ow, getting personal, better hide
Took you a year to diss, now you tongue tied
Now you’ve cried
Lyrically died
Right inside
I know you’re not real bright
So I’m keeping lines in sight
You censor people outta spite
You betray people who were tight
Now SoundCloud flows you bite
56 bars now, right?
You can’t even spit 16, alright
You on my hitlist tonight
Pray for whoever ends up on my shitlist
Cause they on a lyrical hitlist
You sent a shot, it missed
Don’t get pissed
If you had dissed
Direct, I’d be pissed
But since you wanna protect
Your brand, I won’t intersect
First you were a vlogger, then you in a band
Now you a rapper, now you’re banned
I ain’t clear nothing for you under a grand
Wanna fight about this? Worldstar got demand
Fuck your demand
I got the upper hand
I don’t wanna box, I want you to feel the hand
Fuck Florida! I’ll fight in my land
This some real shit you wouldn’t understand
76 bars, this shit already land
Shots like an AR
I’m a Superstar
And you are not par
Like Sheamus, I raise the bar
You’re an ignoramus
Ain’t nobody know what your name is
I’ve just made you famous
Begging my cousin, you’re afraid
But you can lay in the bed you made
You just tryna get paid
«I a want 401K, I want a good grade»
Suburban bitch I’m throwing shade
You could catch this fade
You a cornball who ain’t ever gotten laid
Go do your ROTC parade
Fucking virgin, I’ll exterminate like raid
Your trash flow I’ll berate
Trash breath control, wait
Your whole track I could bash
Lyrically give you whiplash
You’re a midget, ima a giant we gon clash
You hop on trends like a fidget
While your net worth is only triple digit
And yo manager probably a bum not even making a digit
Or scamming you cause your dumb
You can’t even spell, dumb
I’ll chew you up and spit you out like gum
I ain’t gotta use nobody for a view
Nobody near as fake as you