Verse 1:

First off, you don’t really want this beef, Cause’ I’ll give you grub you can to eat
Lunch and a feast while you munch on defeat
(I) I am not your lonely penis
So why do you why you think that I’m something you’ll, beat?
Come for your feed and I’ll stomp on your teeth
They’ll crumble to pie-ces under my feet
You Sucka MC’s, will suffer with ease
But that is what happens when fucking with me, look
Better gage or get away
I’m a little bit, of a renegade, armed, with a pen and page
Art, is the weapon game, Art-illeries hit
Centre stage, sick bars rip targeted names
Kato I’m able to slay all you lay on the
Table I’ll serve them like ladles so pray for
Matthew’s opponents who lack the components
In acronym owning of R.A.P and you know it
Prepare to witness so check it listen I’m necking writtens
Way I wreck a rhythm’s a mechanism for demolition
Flow I know you won’t forget it matter fact you’ll reminisce it
Reminiscing thinking, wishing you’re the one who spit it, did it
Isn’t, it funny I’m the person you were heavy dissing?
No respect is given no recognition you people tell me
(Uh) To get a grip and they said to give up but never listened
Motherfucker acting like you didn’t
I got my Middle fingers, p-pointed at
Everyone who-has –doubted
They said I Lost my mind
The irony is- that greatness has found it
You’re left astounded, with all contestants
Properly sad
Cause’ I just shit on you like my son does
Colostomy bags
Chorus:

You're busy sipping on lean
And as you're drinking that potion
I always work never sleep
Eyes never blink keep them open
I learnt to swim with arms broke
You sink as I'm floating
It's why I don't give a fuck about your wave
When I'll be king of the ocean, drown

Interlude:

If you didn’t know, well you’re about to (Mattakript)

Verse 2:

No I don’t need to wear no Ice on my wrist, this vocal’s cold enough
So much my throat is close to frozen shut but you should know what’s up
It’s having sex while overdosing on cocaine, dope as fuck
With a princess in Hawaii busting on her coconuts
(Aloha) Heard your music 20 seconds had passed
My garbage bin came in screaming out that your entry was trash
What he’s saying is this, you’re basically shit
You’ll barely stick the tip of your dick in the game I’m raping the bitch, uh
Better believe, my skills, negative seven degrees, I will
Get on a beat (Freeze) leaving it severed and never to breathe
And this is not a verse, it’s a motherfucking eulogy
For any artist thinking they can murder in the booth like me
Lying in your music through, damn pathetic boasting
Has my patience is wearing thin, like anorexic clothing
Continue with that bullshit and I’ll come/cum for the killing
You see my semen has emotion make you swallow the feeling, bitch
Chorus:

Potty mouth, I, heard that you were talking shit
No your flaws won’t make me dip
So grab a phone and call it quits
And you’ll know

I am not, gay, but it’s both my balls you’ll lick
On my testicles you’ll sip
So grab a phone and call it quits
And you’ll know