Making you bleed (DISS TRACK)

(Verse 1) Listen up, it's time to drop the truth, You're stepping to me, but you're missing the booth. Your rhymes are weak, they're softer than fleece, In this rap game, you're just a disease. You talk a big game, but you're all talk, Your rhymes are stale, like month-old chalk. I'll tear you apart, with every line I spit, In this rap game, you're just counterfeit. (Chorus) I'm bringing the heat, I'm dropping the cold, In this rap game, I'm the one to behold. You thought you had it, but you're way out of your league, In this cold diss track, I'm making you bleed. (Verse 2) You're trying to flex, but you're flexing air, Your rhymes are empty, like a vacant stare. I'll bury you deep, in the frozen ground, In this rap game, I wear the crown. You thought you could hang, but you're hanging by a thread, In this cold diss track, you're as good as dead. I'll freeze your flow, I'll leave you cold, In this rap game, I'm the one to behold. (Chorus) I'm bringing the heat, I'm dropping the cold, In this rap game, I'm the one to behold. You thought you had it, but you're way out of your league, In this cold diss track, I'm making you bleed. (Bridge) So bow down now, and accept your fate, In this rap game, you're just second-rate. I'll chill your bones, I'll freeze your soul, In this cold diss track, I'm taking control. (Outro) So here's to the end, of your sorry tale, In this rap game, you're destined to fail. I'll leave you cold, I'll leave you blue, In this cold diss track, I'm through with you.