[Verse: MidnightMercenary]
I wasn't planning on participating in no beef
But someone had to call me out, so now this sh** is a need
So I'm charged up, grabbing rhymes off the shelf
Cooking up some better disses than the Chef himself
There's nothing wrong with giving props, but y'all ain't showing respect
Looks like I have to murder a career that should be dead
Talking about me and Jon kissing a** to be med
You wanna throw shots and now some sh** just has to be said
First off, get away from Canada, think of retiring
Stop being invasive and go get the flight back to Ireland
Might as well escape reality, get drunk off two beers
You say you been here two years, well look at your new peers
Look at everybody that is really wanting to fight you
Look at all the beefs you had, it shows that no one likes you
f**ing with me, now you know what that'll start
For other b**hes firing shots, you ain't worth half a bar