Johnny's Funeral

Yo, Johnny, step back, you ain't ready for this heat,

Your rhymes so weak, they can't even compete,

Talkin' big game, but you ain't got the heart,

I'm a beast with the bars, I'ma tear you apart.

 

You flexin' hard, but your squad's full of fakes,

Claimin' you’re tough, but your whole empire shakes,

Quick to roll up, talkin' 'bout how you thug,

But behind closed doors, you just playin' that mug.

 

Homie, you soft like cotton, fluffin' your lines,

Claimin' you the king, but I'm seein' through the blinds,

Lookin' like a clown while you bop to my beat,

I’m servin' you the truth, can’t handle this heat.

 

You brag 'bout your hustle, but it’s all just a front,

In the game of life, boy, you just takin' the punt,

I’ll smack your ass back to your momma’s basement,

This diss so heavy, feel the whole world’s placement.

 

Got your whole crew laughin', man, what’s the score?

They know you ain’t hard, just a lil’ whore,

I’m spittin' fire, burnin' up all of your dreams,

While you prance around, my victory beams.

 

You tryna step up? Get ready for the fall,

I’m droppin' these bombs, I’m the beast in the hall,

So sit your bitch ass down, you ain't built for this,

Your reign's endin' quick, just a moment of bliss.

 

Talkin' big, but you knew that you should’ve stayed,

This diss track's a warning, better hit the upgrade,

In the streets, they know me, I’m the real deal,

While you out here actin', man, I’m givin’ you steel.

 

So, Johnny, remember, this is your last round,

I’m the king of the jungle, and you lost in the sound,

Pack up your dreams, take a seat, understand,

I'm the motherf***in' boss, got the world in my hand.