Lyrics: (Skit) Broke in through the front door, Dead of the night, Now Getcho faggot ass up Nd kiss ya boyfriend good bye, Boy this a dead man walking, take a trip to the chi, Like Hog tied across the border, Bitch you crossing the line. You barking some rhymes, This bitch is all bite when it counts, This shit could head south, Best keep my fucking name outcha ya mouth, I ain’t for the clout, my aim gunning straight for the throat, You pray for pick of the week, Hunt for the drip like a drought. Aint shit you should hound, Y’all barking up the wrongest tree, steady dropping shit, I think they need a shorter leash, Dead if we meet/meat, y’all bitches can’t afford to beef, Y’all really think a diss count/discount, Bitch talk is cheap, No Stefani, But I Got no doubts he wanna drown me, Prolly just an excuse so he can wrap his arms around me. You sounding suspect, Type to gargle fore he spit, Yo was that a diss? Shit sounded like some Tat Nd Barger FanFic. (Hol’up) I swear to mother fucking god, This ain’t even for debate, You ain’t leaving here alive, you better (Hol’up) Nd Think twice, Deja vu This buck fifty have ya looking like a South Park spoof, man better (Hol’up) Waste you like the minutes spent on these rhymes, Thinking you Head of the crew? Bitch we ahead of our time, I better (Hol’up) Before I take his life Nd ruin mine, this trip really worth a broad who can’t spit? Nahhhh Y’all wanna know how I know he’ll never get bigger than rapfame? How? we already got a Snak The Ripper. Rapping like you taking shots of acid Nd vinegar, Fast so the trash shit rapped by you ain’t never heard, Facts, Yeah I used to do that dumb shit too, Psycho Babbling the spittle then my ass turned two, I’ll look up madchild if I wanted to hear a better you, Thats a clever you, that’s a vet, you a spectacle, Not the death of you, but I’m trynna deafin you, Than you’ll have a reason for being so shit up in the booth, Shout out T, give the SYLA Salute, outta respect, cause ain’t nobody got the balls to do what you do. Turn an app of faggot ass ambassadors against you, They Hopped on band wagon, like some bitches trynna end you, Like they on that Ban-Wagon, Loose lips from Jaz_XQ, Nd trynna speak that “truth”, but deadman ain’t nobody asked you. Crew respect is passed due, Nd T spoke up, So many snakes up in the grass too, that T mowed up, Y’all pick of the weak, they fucking blow like Tebow sucks, If we roll up, shit’s Vinnie P what we gon dump, (Hook) They came from out the wood work, Looking for blood, Throwing dirt on our name, trynna drag that shit through the mudd, Swear this the first Nd the last, I’m through addressing you dumb fucks, This ain’t no beef, this an app y’all on trynna act tough. #SYLA #snatchtag @N0T_eXo #notyofriendbuddy #featuredfecalmaterial @deadman519 #keepthaclout #holup #trey12