Overkill (MGK and Lil Pump DISS)

started off a little late in the race

to catch-up, have to catch the pace of Flash

that is how i thought it'd be like before i took off

yea..

took off, got on the track without any warmups and any beat

or should i say OFFBEAT?

everyone in the lineup claimed to be an M.C

got me a little worried, hesitated

like having hiccups when you're breathing

anyways i took off with the OFF beat, everyone was like 'fuck off'

"will do it just for the fuck of it" said my brain to my ears

went in without the fear of getting beaten, or defeated by adversaries

three rounds up, ceased for a second

went down on my knees to lace up my sneakers

realized niggas trapping in the first lap, couldn't believe it

rewinding the same lines and repeating em

they be trapping 'Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang'

i moved on, and the only time i'm gonna see them again,

will be when i'm crossing, over taking them for the fourth time

yo, lets talk a lil bit about Man Bun

man, its so dope to watch Em' fuck that hoe,

with his morning wood... hot-till-the-eye-blow

oh,

i mean, with his Westwood Freestyle kind of flow

fucking punk, you call yourself a Devil

but the fact that you don't make any sense,

and nothing so evil that can be considered a sin next to Em,

makes that statement sound more like a lie

a fraud.. and that's

the worst sin the devil has ever been able to commit

90 percent of fans you got yourself surrounded by are pussies

for real.. an army of pussies and you the only prick with dick

actually.. something less than a dick, like.. Dickie

so, no wonder they gunna cross on every lie to ride on that dick, Dickie!

and you know that more than anyone else, you fucking coward

that's why you are hiding like a Bitch during her Periods, Period.

shit...these verses are getting way more lengthy

but this dopamine, clean shots got my gene fly high

you can call it High-Gene, i am so dope and you mean

wait.... i mean,

i'm so high on dopamine one more whiff, one more line if i sniff,

shoot it up through my nostrils, all the way up to my brain

and i might lose grip with earth,

like smoke when it escapes into thin air

 

got too many blank pages to fill

yo... real shit,

i pack my bag when Mom calls,

but unpack it at my dealer's home instead of my own

that regret, and when she asks me;

"what happened to that happy, shiny face?"

and i say, "grew up!" - the silence after that

is always screaming in brain, don't let me sleep in peace

peace man.. believing it is just self deceiving,

tried but all in vain, guess that's why

there is more cocaine and dope running in my veins

and less blood, then these critiques,

haters yelling "drop the pen and swig some liquor!"

"will never make a Nickle, annoying"- says this pimp mister

pretend like Luther Van, but to rap he barely relates

this wood splinter in my hand is like a pistol with hairpin trigger

clap, clutch, boom! and you're a dead tomb if you misbehave

clap 'em till ain't nothing remain, then i'm out for next hunt

lyrically insane, more like David Blaine

every lyric against me is a deadly sin quick payback

and i'll make sure to deliver it with pain

been ripping this shit since the first day, so

you better switch your lane, and

i don't wanna hear you complain!

 

this rap shit is weird as fuck daug, for real

here are some weird lines i got under my skin

let me spit em right through you...

aight! here goes nothing

yea,

I bounce people off me like VPN does to an IP

so does i do to emcees on beat if they come up against me

thinking of signing up for a versus of verses with me?

that's a fallacy there's no signing outs, stuck inside

and i'll help lay you down to a permanent sleep, so you can R.I.P

haha..

i'm living a dream you can't even dream

wtf..

here... take another bite of my head

umm...

isn't it intriguing the way i shut you down

sometimes i feel like i'm the remote and you the T.V

hit you li..... oh!

aight, i'm done!