World War 3

That includes Munfu, and that Scru Face bitch

Ya'll are fuck buddies, damn, it's no wonder you're butthurt

Scru, this ain't Upchurch, I'll expose pussies, like up skirts

If country singer's makin' you lose

Then, come at Shaq one more time, and I'll make you No Life Scru

Half you motherfuckers ain't rappers, you're reactors

Like, Joe Budden, when he's podcastin'

That rap hat of yours, is on backwards

I'm sick of talkin', let's get to rappin', I'm sick of tweetin', you raw cappin'

Better call the cap'n, go fall, back like trick or treatin'

It was all sweet, 'til I light you up, like a jack o' lantern

I feed 'em that Eden apple, believe in that

I'm not leavin' emcee, with an L-O-S-E

In the heat of battle, elementary level of rappers

All I needed to get beef, from you cattle

I wreak the havoc, never cease, 'til I see the maggots

Eat you bastards, fuckin' with the most, "He's dramatic," emcee, ever

But, I seek to damage

How many rappers, murdered?

Put the bodies in the bag

They deceased, I merked 'em, oh shit

I think I see one squirmin', it's Dax!

So, should we leave 'em breathin' or unleash the demon lurkin'?

Peace on earth is slowly fleeting, World War three is certain

'Cause, these emcees are blind of my skill, they can Nazi, like Germans

Everybody thinkin' they really 'bout it

When on Twitter, tweetin' all this shit, about me

Keep on talkin 'bout me, 'til you catch a bounty

Then, they find your body, with the chalk around it

Yeh, boo-hoo, little wack fools

Ya'll rap dudes, wearin' poo-poo pampers

All of y'all been movin' weird

I hate motherfuckin' YouTube rappers!

Oh, God, Father, what have we done?

Try and hide, you could pray to the sky, or you could run

But nobody is escapin' the eye of the all-seein' ones, above

Yeah, me and Six, we meet again

Round three ain't the same

I developed a habit, of sorts

I'm the type to kill you, then do a collab, wit' your corpse

Send words at me, then I'ma let the ratchet retort

Sidebar, Scru, and Munfu, my mandem, of course

I will poof you, niggas, if I choose to

I'm coo-coo, nigga, deuce-deuce spitter

I hate most of you, YouTube niggas

Get stupid, if we fall out, like a loose tooth, nigga

The handy-dandy draw, like Blue's Clues, nigga

Ya'll fuckin' embarrassin, y'all don't got etiquette

Y'all don't know how to act

Do anything for applause, 'til you end up gettin' clapped

Cornballs, that wanna box

But, none these niggas know how to scrap

Fuck niggas that wanna diss

But, none these niggas know how to rap

See the ratchet, the blood sucker, if you speakin' on me, brother

It get poppin' for the views, since you like leechin' off each other

I'll be in the cut watchin', shakin' my head

Same niggas y'all gossip 'bout, try breakin' the bread

What part of the game is this? Why y'all niggas so pussy?

Keep clackin', 'til I clack it, 'cause you've chosen to push me

Cut those versus verses, you be rehearsin', wit' all them curses

'Cause, most of y'all the nicest mothafuckers, in person

These ain't bars, I'm just tellin' y'all, what all of your lives' like

If you sleepin', you get plugged, lit up, like a night light

I'll give it to anybody, in this bitch for the profit

Tryna say I ain't the Gawd, only shows the false prophets

I'll be where your IP is, I'll go door-to-door knockin'

To punch you in your mouth, and take shit out yo' pockets

I'm the whoopin' that you don't want, you'll never be ready

Y'all niggas' grown ass men, still lookin' like you give wedgies

I'm different

Watch your mouth, when speakin' my name

You're in arm's reach, the arm's reached, so stay out of my range

I wont neglect you

I'm makin' sure to forget you, when the tech pkew

If you ain't never rap with me, I pro'ly don't respect you

YouTube done bred pussies, this a venue, for a front

Hold my four front, blinkin' at everyone on the forefront

These fast-rap niggas, that don't say shit

These niggas that love to Tweet about you

But see you, and don't say shit

Then can't kick, you'll get filleted, but I don't say shit

On the side, I got lines for all of y'all, like a K-swiss

The nicest nigga in this bitch, I'm death to you rappers

Insecurities got you buggin', who's protectin' you actors?

Every play from y'all is scripted, all you fuckin' doin's bitchin'

Then shit get real, you backpedal and act upliftin'

Ya'll cornballs, and now you hear me speakin' to you

You hearin' me pop smoke, rest in peace, to the Wu, it's Brooklyn

And, I don't care if you a nigga that does reactions

A Paul's brother, K-S-I, I want action

A fake-positive, YouTube rapper, I want action

I'll back smack you, and put it on Twitter, I want action

Y'all disgust me, now there's a reason to discuss me

I know some of y'all wanna punch me, but won't touch me

Unless it's it's a beauty guel, that's tryin' to fuck me

The rest of you muh'fuckers, ain't lucky, I'm coming

Oh, God, Father, what have we done?

Try and hide, you could pray to the sky, or you could run

But nobody is escapin' the eye of the all-seein' ones, above

Yeah, me and Six, we meet again

Round three ain't the same!