Processed Beef

I eat the breed of the incomplete children born under the sheets

The sweet tender plead I hear as I begin to hear the weeps

This series only airs once a week

Take it or leave it the opportunity is under your feet

The theories of the countries that chase fortified meat

I see a better treat while sitting in my seat watching the new tweets

The only way to win, is to cross the street, I don't accept defeat

You can just hurry and retreat and press delete and end this now

Or I'll end it the hard way and go out with a pow

Words upon predisposition lyrics have you asking how

But I define my words of art, as art

Your grimy lyrics leave a bitter taste, there too tart

My lyrics are not only from the heart

But I destroy and already won from the start

NWMF, is that the North West Minnesota Foundation?

Or the illustration of no lyrics or no certain relation

NWMF, is that the National Women's Music Festival?

Now this isn't personal, But your percentage is not 1, it's a decimal

But see I think your diss is unacceptable

But I hit from every which way, I am unpredictable

My lyrics have people begging for more there irresistible

But grind you like a vegetable I am the new Huxtable

But the way you come at me is inhospitable

I don't stop when I start I continuously spit at fools

I started rapping at a young age how do you think I was introduced

But let me reintroduce

I did not grow up to be abused, I refused to be a tool

So I threatened every corner with my deuce deuce

I had literally a truce, With every overused man with tattoos

But see the product of my lyrics make lames real confused

I get simple stuff and good lyrics and I fuse

Yours are nasty bars stick to a body like a bruise

And your verses and literally destroyable I go to sleep and hit the snooze

It's and option cuz I choose

But your so lost in your own lyrics have you playing Duck Duck Goose

If you think you improved, just check your shitty reviews

I bet you get one view and your so depressed the next day the rap is removed

None of your trashy lyrics can hurt me I am immune

About as hot as a summer day in mid-June

But I got a problem with attitudes better check you tune

But have you gushing blood as red as maroon

I have a dark and light side you can call me the moon

Your name is just letters and your cousins like to spoon

Cut you fast that the blood comes out the color of prunes

Your a scavenger for rap your a raccoon

I'm so far above your level your still a recruit

Blanks is all that you shoot

Tired of your "Truths" I just end it by pressing mute

You only look for lute, never look for gain

Maybe that is why you strain for the main grain

But bars are so fire there unexplained

I must be so far outta this world i'm inhumane

Lyrics you can't tame, And if shit pops off my words go insane

And one to the brain

Having you wished you prayed to god you became a preordain

I screw up your mind i'm the brother of cocaine

I battle worse wars than my boy John McCain

But blow you up with my rockets and your lips are all that remain

I stay on top of the game as if it's my campaign

But drink so nicely buy a bottle of 700 dollar champagne

Try and battle again when you actually have an audience to entertain