[Verse 1: Chef Tha Reaper]
So for almost a year
I've been goin back and forth with this queer
I call his b**h a** out all he does like Cov, is disappear
He goes by Akeem, or better yet Ron Swanson
Claims to live in Brooklyn, but his b**h a** prolly lives in Wisconsin
He's a apple fanatic, his sh**ty threads are abundant and sporadic
Subliminal there about how his uncle touched him in the attic
f**ing Crybaby, shut the f** up jizzing about your iphone
You claim you're different but you're just another clone
Of n***as, wannabe white, other blacks appear you run out of their sight
You look like Mr. Po Po, n***a you darker than night
Nobody gives a flyin f** that your a hipster
When you read this you goin rage and sound like sylvester the cat and Twister
Go ahead b**h and bring up my mom
It don't matter, you're Nagasaki and I'm the bomb
I'll annihilate your whole self-esteem
Your the novice and i'm the one who's supreme
I could give a f** that you're a liberal , you post read off that your affiliation is really miserable
If you manage to come up with three bars to comeback at me that will be the miracle
Oh yeah I found it funny that you claim to be a cow
Don't matter, you sony n***as gonna be the ones all to bow
The Lemmings and Hermits, you say we post bait, buut in reality it's a sermon
The Cows and Sheep are the Jews and we're the Germans