{What? You wanna battle ME?}
{Yo man, how much money you got?}
{"What? You wanna battle ME?}
{Yo man, how much money you got?}
Sick of these fake rappers, man
Talking about their money, their cars, f** that
I'm bringing back that real hip hop sh**
Right now
[Verse 1: ProNown]
Sick of rappers talking about their Lamborghini Mercy
Cuz they'll be begging for mercy
When they're hurting, they're thirsty for fame
And if you still don't know my name it's Durfey
I'll oblige to merk these whack-a** rappers so please don't urge me
I'm k**ing this right?
Every time I'm gripping the mic
My syllables tight
Feeling like batman I need a villain to fight
And if it's you talking ‘bout your money and your cars and bullsh**
And you want to collab
I'm out like where your father should have pulled, b**h
k**ing instrumentals that I'm spitting on
It's the sh** is on
And if you wonder why your chick is gone
Like Kidd Kalypto's song
It's cuz I hit that a**
While she hit that bong
{I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game}
{What.. what?}
{Be thorough to the end}
{Yo man..}
{You know the drill.}
{I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game}
{What.. what?}
{You wanna battle me?}
{Yo man..}
{How much money you got?}
I'm ‘bout to dead em these wannabe Eminem rabbits
You better run eight miles I'll shred you like lettuce and cabbage
That's what happens to all these edible rappers
Doing deliveries of your severed head in a basket
I've had it
Yeah
[Verse 2: ProNown]
My second verse is better dude think he's busting either
But he looks more like a mugging meaner Justin Bieber
You should spend less time dick-riding A$AP Rocky
And write some sh** that makes you sound a little less co*ky
I opened for k**ah Priest
That lack of work ethic that you said I had?
Whatever you're pathetic
Remember when I asked you for a verse? I regret it
Remember when I told you you were dope? Just forget it
If you'd like to be the type of pimp that's rolling in a Cadillac
By the way being a f**ing douche won't bring daddy back
I'm really even deeply disturbed by the fact he raps
I'm ‘bout to curbstomp his bratty a** with my Adidas
Your music makes it seem like you weren't even trying, man
So many voice effects you sound like f**ing Iron Man
You need to stop acting like your so dope
If I were you I'd grab my mic cord use it as a rope and just choke
{I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game}
{What.. what?}
{You wanna battle me?}
{Yo man..}
{How much money you got?}
{What.. what?}
{Be thorough to the end}
{Yo man..}
{You know the drill}
{I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game}
{I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game}
{Be thorough to the end}
{I'm bout to slap rappers around}
{You know the drill}
{Be thorough to the end}
{I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game}
{You know the drill}