Tell MV / Hail Mary

Come with me, tell MV

to run quick see, what do we have here now...

you just a bitch in this shit dog

La dadada, la la la la

 

Who's MV,

just a bitch in the game, a pussy

Now, are you gonna whine or cry

your a fake white nerd Tye, ha ha ha ha

 

You ain't a spitter fucking pussy

publicity is the only thing ya seeking

faulty comparisons chosen, comparing me to Anto 'n

pretending you let go the beef, but can't decide whatcha vouching:

beefing or witty shit, but have no sorrow nor shit worth representin'

so you vouch witty lines 'n, raps you can't relate to, but fake bullshit 'n

shit you wish your life is, like an actual king or talented emcee bitch.

Why now, paying back to some ancient dissing

notice motherfuckers seeing me, speaking my name, when I'm spitting

now listen 'n pay attention, let the beef be

I'm done with these silly beefs on these cyber fields.

Hail Mary knows you'll never blow,

lets go deep inside the specifics of this so called beef shit 'n

doesn't work when you lurk, do you own dirt, I'm already committed

to some other shit more important than some disses poorly submitted

upset bitch, kryptonite ain't shit, your stuck in some comic shit.

Some say your name and can give a fuck, but i lost bag of fucks

aw fuck, so i have nothing to give to this beef chief, plus

all this is to me is some critic commentary and rap storage

so quit ya shit, you have shit to rap about: mine...my life stands for it

haha go back to Florida and get a tan Tye, Hail Mary.

 

Come with me, tell MV

to run quick see, what do we have here now...

you just a bitch in this shit dog

La dadada, la la la la

 

Come get me,

if I'm what you want MV,

nothing in rap your about,

La dadada, la la la la...

 

My shit giving's lacking I've lost all care for these fakers

yal don't realize the precious lies the bitch chief is making

I spend my time writing rhymes thats a subject to my life thats falling

too hard to smile, I'm heading to the army to avoid all adjustment

i can't pray cuz I lack faith, ain't worth trying when you don't believe in this shit

racked liquor to the ceiling, now its gone, here comes my thirstiness.

Forget letting go I'm going back to the ghetto, but i can't fear

my mom's still calling my name though, its too bad i can barely hear.

So Chief, keep calling my name give it use, but it'll never be 'bout me 'n you

because i know if we were toe to toe, while knowing you mom's a hoe too

it'll be easy come easy go, mistaken from birth your bound to lose.

To my homeboys JJ and Bert, eternal criminals of the after-beings

raise hell I'm heading there now, in war give me strength to grip

when those door hinges start screeching, down to the end o' this

I'll still be breathing the same air as yal, believe me bitch...

Hail Mary!

 

Come with me, tell MV

to run quick see, what do we have here now...

you just a bitch in this shit dog

La dadada, la la la la

 

Don't fuck with me,

no one respects you V,

fuck this shit now, I'm jumping out

La dadada, la la la la

 

[OUTRO]

If it's on then it's on, I break beat-breaks,

fucking fake, all these raps 'n you can't relate,

to this shit you don't got, be the shit you never gonna make,

dealing with fate, asking God why'd he create you as a fake.

If it's on then it's on, I break beat-breaks,

fucking fake, all these raps 'n you can't relate,

to this shit you don't got, be the shit you never gonna make,

dealing with fate, asking God why'd he create you as a fake.