The Shot Heard Around The World

Ayy, nah, you really wanna test me

Okay

 

Eight molotov cocktails and mustard gas bottles

Grenades, dash molecules with an AK modeled at your backside

Flame back, that's a sad lie, thirsty for some beef like you was baptized

You like a cacti, stupid prick hangin' on my hip again, you inconsistent and

You the one that value props over skill, 'cause skill doesn't visit your name

I'm unprecedented, I'm the one that props up the general stage

You stuck up on my genitals, but this is inconsiderate rage

The underground shines beyond this degenerate phrase

Your lies the same color as crack cocaine, the whole shibang

We do three bangs then you done, post the aim

You just ridin' on the X Factor wagon, without it, you a shadow

I'm tryna make a legacy, not make a fool fightin' with a coward

I'd respond to your arguments when you respond to mine

You better back all that smack talk up in your pea-brain mind

You meathead, too idiotic to even comprehend time

You're what I leave dead, you're a disgrace to the pot of battles I've won

I'm aimin' like a sniper to your frontal lobe, except this ain't no gun

This the rap game, you either win or you lose, there ain't no in-between

Stop playin' and give me a rap that's worth it for me to read

Yeah