Predictable

If you like this guy get the fuck out my peripherals

Out of my vision bitch, you're dismissable

Running your mouth, its been burning your tonsils

How's the last month gone for you playing your console

Skin going pale immune system depleting

Knock on your door yeah I'm a give you a greeting

You's a mummy's boy, a bitch, yeah you sweet as a bunny

Selling out stores... but you been asking for money

Pass it as yours, you wanna be hard

Knowing that you get knocked you're getting fucked in the yard

Making a shame to your family name,

And your girl playing you like it is a game

I've seen her tits they nice and pretty,

I been to her house and I played with her kitty,

Trust me, I'm not joking did you know she has a kinky fetish for choking?

*all your shit fake*

(wait for one bar)

You're a minus three on a scale of ten

You're a Grade A bitch watch me say it again

Run you off the road in a Porsche Cayenne

I know guys who go by the name of gunmen

Disses at your Mrs, your life looking bleak

The abyss is dark that's pretty fucking deep

My point not direct but my rhymes can be deciphered

I played you like a puppet you've been Pied Piper-ed

Cute little couple, Kerm' an' Miss Piggy

Notorious... but you ain't Biggie!

You're both nearly 300...

Said you had sex but I've always wondered

Zero penetration no Crabs no Crustaceans

If you did you lost your V to a fucking Dalmatian

See what I did? If you don't you got a simple mind

Search it up on Rap Genius an press rewind

You mad? See I'm strategic like a chess move

I'm not the one to step to

Teacher let me test you

C.I.D to your fucking rescue

Bullet holes through the sign that are pointing to your avenue

(wait for one bar)

My name's not L but I'll throw your head 3 blocks

Catch him out his home phone records as he drops

I watch, write, rhyme create just call me Steve Jobs

(Wait one pulse)

Consumer of fake items like diamonds n different types of spices

an' lices you're driving with no liscence

That's childish, pulled over like your eyelids

Hit with hard yeah you thought there were Tysons

Difference is like your watch I'm real your fake

7 gallons of monster more energy than Drake

Shit ain't good, but you are what you consume

Catch you in a bar, fire like Saloon

I keep it Rattpack but you're backwards like your snapbacks

Your bitch oh I tapped that

I confront you yeah you ran back, pussy