These rappers are like Hunger Games
One minute, they’re mocking JAY
Next minute, they get their style from Migos
Or they copy Drake
Somebody tell Budden before I snap
He better fasten it
Or have his body bag get zipped
The closest thing he’s had to hits
Is smacking bitches
And don't make me have to give it back to Akademiks
Say this shit is trash again, I'll have you twisted like you had it
When you thought you had me slippin' at the telly
Tyler create nothing, I see why you called yourself a — bitch
It's not just 'cause you lack attention
It’s because you worship D12's balls, you’re sacrilegious
If you're gonna critique me, you better at least be as good or better
Get Earl the Hooded Sweater, whatever his name is to help you put together
Some words, more than just two letters
God damn.
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He listens to voices inside of his mind
Explicit and poisonous violent crime.

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