[Verse] So a lot of people said that my last record ain't no diss Well, mama ain't raise no bitch I'ma come back on you like I'm Thanos with the Gauntlet You the Gawd, but I'm the one with the halo rings Uh, and you the new Blueface Rappin' offbeat like he was Bobby Boucher M-M-M-Mama said! Water boy Got his whole fanbase in his hand, drinkin' that Kool-Aid Now I'm 'bout to go flibbity hibbity LOL, JK Just because I rap like an AK doesn't mean I can't slow it down And murder you at your own game, old man You're almost twenty-eight, I'm twenty-three By the time I'm your age, I'ma be bigger than the YouTube scene While you gon' be a no-name Backpack rappin' for the "love of the damn game" You wanted smoke? I'm the propane Hit him with that profane, kill him quick, send his ass to probate You about as potent as cocaine if the shit was low-grade Yeah, I been a dick, like the Pope's name You never want a Luke GAWNE rap I don't gotta brag just to prove that fact Someone give Seconds his Juul pod back 'Cause if he tries to smoke me, I'll make his lungs turn black Facts, you know I go ham They need to let him know he's a walkin' dead man... 'Cause I don't need a plan, all I gotta do is get up on the mic And talk about that mo'fuckin' headband! You lookin' like Naruto, Teenage Mutant Stupid mo'fucker, I smoke him like charcoal Lookin' like LeBron with the headband When he couldn't make a three-point shot, I could do the shit with my left hand Married to the game, no best man Me, myself and I, I'ma weapon Murder any rapper who was thinkin' about steppin' That includes this bitch, little VI Seconds! Six, five, four, three, two When it hits one, just know that you're through I got you in my scopes and you gon' need more Than a beanie cap to cover your head when I shoot- boom! Take the nose ring off Shizzy done went and got a sex change, dog How you gonna claim you the battle rap god When this motherfucker went and got his breasts enlarged? I told you not to test me, dawg Why does shit always gotta get messy? Ah! My last round seemed not to impress you all But this round, I'm makin' you my last name- Seconds is gone! Bitch, I'm the king like I'm Kong! Droppin' the bomb, because I put the Kim in the Jong Like a nuclear bomb when I'm launchin' it Through your abdominal, honest to God! Six minus five is my number Fanbase watchin' you lose, what a bummer Princess VI gettin' burned by the kid But at least she's having one hot girl summer! Uh! You can bet I'm raw, even when I fall Always bounce back, like a tennis ball It's V-I Gettin' his ass kicked when I put my foot through his Levi's Fee fi I'm a rap giant, you're just knee-high Someone tell Gawd if we box That I'll leave him bleedin' so bad, he's gon' need a fuckin' tampon! Damn, the ice pack is in the fridge Next to the ranch and the cypher you did You and the fridge, you got somethin' in common You're both goin' cold when the fourth quarter hits Uh, bitch, I am the shit Wiping my ass with the raps that you did I murdered you when we was both on the cypher Now murdered again in the form of a diss O. J.'s wife; I'ma hit you with the sludge Tell the mo'fuckin' judge that the glove don't fit This the return of the comeback kid I was down round one, but the twelfth round, knockout hits Lookin' like Medusa with the hairline Don't you dare try fuckin' with me, I'm a scary guy You are like a grounded airline, no air time 9/11, I'ma crash a Boeing 747 Into Tower 7, bring the whole house down Like New Years, start the countdown Only six seconds till the ball drops, and I come out on top I could do flibbity hibbity all day, but this record's provin' I'm god And let's talk about this You say you're Mike Tyson, well, shit I guess it makes sense, you both got a gap in your teeth and a lisp You sound like Daffy Duck when you spit! "I'm VI Sec'nds, I'm a battle-rappin' bif" You too old to be rappin' like you got a tooth pulled Novocaine couldn't numb the pain of what I do, though Claimin' that you quick, but you movin' like a sumo! Why you so salty? VI Seconds lookin' like a bowl of ramen noodles That is food for thought Think about that line when you takin' that loss Rap battle, jump, ball toss You gon' catch hands like Moss Lookin' like a deer in the headlights, Bambi Someone send a note to his family that he caught this hook like Sandy Motherfucker You a one-hit-wonder, no hit records I rap better, you playin' checkers I'm playing chess, get the body bag, zip the black leather! Undefeated, like Mayweather And a storm's comin' So your fans turnin' fairweather As I send Gawd back home to heaven Fuck everybody who doubted me I'm goin' out with my last round In that damn chamber, and I won't miss Like I'm Oswald while you're Anne Frank in the gas chamber
[Outro] Ayo, VI You can battle, fo' sho' But I'm out-rappin' everybody And guess what his girlfriends call him? "Six seconds" HehTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
