1500 OR NOTHIN - Martians Vs. Kali lyrics

[Verse One] Jay Kali, k** em all, No Future Wolf Gays k** Tyler, The Creator, next comes The Game Air Max Nikes, walkin with the blue strings Honorary crip, that should be my new name Go to the unenmployment line, visitin The Game's new place k** Lil' Wayne, and he who creates, I guess Odd Future's gonna need to replace (Swag) Sittin' here with my rhyme book Here take a look, steal 'em, they won't sound half as good Half of half of a halfway crook, an eight of the game lays awake, afraid and shook If your a martian, or a goblin, you've inheritted auto immune difficiency syndrome The Game and Dwayne, fake gangsta look I'm crapping on you rappers who saying swag and singing hooks Your hopes narrow, your futures bleak, just get with it Your operations are more limited, than operating a Sega Genesis Super h*mo, glad that 50 overlooked you, cuz the fact is your retarted, truth [Hook] I'm a Martian (I'm a goddamn Goblin) We are not the same, I am a Martian [Verse Two] An hour ago, Tyler was taking it up the bu*t Probably getting it from odd human, Frank Ocean Bruno Mars has twice your swag, and touches less bu*ts Than what you have and what you touch in a month Umm, you s**? Finally admitting it? I wish Dre would carve you up on Detox, Jay Kali, bustin out the Glocks, muffled with a sock Shoot you in the head, and leave you dead like 2Pac (F You Tyler) Jesus and Mother Theresa Are gon be the next to jack the beat, and carve you up on this feature My team is the best, we're creasing up your Adidas Stab you in the back, while riding up your g-string When I hearing your rhymes, I wanna escape Your just gay, putting it in The Game If they say, your raps sound like a dragon, spittin fire, I ain't sweating Everybody rapping better than you, that is destined [Hook] [Verse Three] k**... bloods... we all know that's what I do Like what's good, k**in' all them Piru And now I've got his beat jacked too, screw you I spit like the dentist holdin open a tooth I'll show up with your casket at your next video shoot Chopped you up, and made cannibal soup Mixed it with Dwayne's Blood, makin it for Snoop Than I served him the blue bowl, with a Bon Bon too The Game is a girl scout, he in the Pom Pom troop Sellin cookies on the block, in his armani Suit (Where was Snoop?) I don't know, probably k**in you Cuz if you near my uncle, hes gonna crip you, crip weezy, crip who? Cripped you in the leg, now your a cripple, walkin with a limp, too Mad that The Game ain't straight, so I punched him in the face, now he missin a tooth [Hook]