No Sympathy

I predict another hit that’ll make ya spit

Like a hook to your ribs I’m not talkin fist

Took a lotta shots but I never miss

(nope)

TKO knock'em out before I say the diss

(oh)

 

Who's talkin' shit lemme make a list now

As long as you exist I'll never put the pen down

Fuck a limp I wanna see you disemboweled

Feel your stomach drop as your shit hits the ground

 

I guess I'm just tired of the whose who

Can't wait for you to retire, just seppuku

Think I'm lyin' I'm practicin' my Kaishaku

Eliminate your pride with words that might shock you

 

Every day I thank god that I'm not you

Then I respond tell myself I got you

Claim you're in the game but more like a batsu

Shoutout to Downtown especially Matsu-

 

moto

and we got a long way to go though

guess I should say I cause I don't Cher like Sonny Bono

as the rest that are so-so go the way of the Dodo

I just gotta laugh like Andy next to Coco

 

Think it's about time that we set it off

From the Midwest out to Lebanon

Hope these words blow up like a letter bomb

But I'm just one man guess you can call me Unabomb-

 

er like a blur my middle finger's censored

so I flip'em off kinda funny like a jester

but I guess like all the rest you get the message

the difference between me and you is that I meant it

 

You movin' kinda funny like Elaine Benes

Stay in your lane on the right next exit

While you're flexin' in your Lexus I'll drive by while textin'

Drill you in the side like a dent-ist goin to Sendiks

 

The game will remain the same after you've left it

If I obtain fame imma beef like Akademiks

Come after me? Man I don't recommend it

Overall I'm like the original menace (Dennis)

 

I'm tighter than an Alex Jones coat

But crazy enough that I got my own quotes

Back in the day would solo Major Domo

Every time I sign new lines they get major fomo

 

Puttin' every beat in a choke-hold

Bottom line I stunn'em off their feet like Stone Cold

Toto told me to hold the line, don't go

But I gotta fire lines like Buckley in a comb ov-

 

er no sir not trying to provoke yer

composure, this is just my face when I poker

No really, just read up on my folk lore

I hit that queen face down till I broke her

 

Yep, I busted

You could say I blew my stack

But I wouldn't call it mad cause these zoomers always fumin' at

them whose got more lead

and when they said protect yer neck

they shoulda meant yer head

cause when I shoot from the hip half the spread

 

goes right over like unknown refs

you can call my writing tone deaf

that only makes it better like Beethoven

 

and the days close when my hate owns the pen

consider that my omen