[Intro]
Yeah
Y'all hoes need a reality check
Cause y'all filled with; disrespect
TPK, it's my season!
[Verse 1]
Reality. It's what exists
The bullsh**. It always persists
In the form of an artist named Cashis
Why the f** does this f** even exist?
He moved from Chicago to the OC
Because you sought, safety
Man you talk about guns but how the f** do you use them?
Cause you don't know what it means to be abused by them
When people point them at you, and you don't have a clue
How to fight back, how to even attack
Eminem signed you when he was high
And nobody cared if you die... Right then and there...
No obituary will post your picture, because they don't care
And motherf**er I feel scared for you
Because you don't have a clue, you just a mediocre artist
Thinking he can go against the hardest?
What the f**?
[Chorus]
Y'all hoes definitely need a reality check
Because y'all filled with disrespect
[Verse 2]
This guy named logic, he ain't got no logic
He's spitting nonsense, man he needs to stop it
Before his rubix cube gets tainted with blood man
I live the lifestyle of a motherf**ing thug
While you? You want to be black
You're whack and that's an actual fact
You can't be all that, you ain't got sk**
Nobody f**s with you, not even the major artists
Because they don't think you're the hardest
Maybe that's the reason why you wear a Super Mario suit
Because you got 86'd and booted...
Out of the motherf**ing rap game
So now your motherf**ing brain is strange and motherf**ing derranged
Motherf**er give it up with this rap sh**
You're making lyrics too complex that I don't even know how the f** to even understand it
And stop s**ing you're own dick
Nobody even understands what the f** you're saying b**h!
[Chorus]
Yo this hoe definately needs a reality check
Because his Indian a** is filled with disrespect
[Verse 3]
Yo I don't see your a** at Barracudas
Cause you at home masturbating to pics by Young Thugger
What you don't think that sh** is gay?
Your penis is erect, you're clearly gay!
You try to write the most creative complex sh** possible
But for you, it's impossible!
Because you don't have a clear grasp of the culture
You're just a vulture hawking down, how the f** am I supposed to get around
With HotNewHipHop? I wish you drop
I'm going to go to your sister, have a legitimate relationship
Have s** with her, to spite you b**h
Because you don't know me, I always exist
I've seen your freestyle battles, try to be clever, you s**
Your opponent beated you, and you can't even comprehend that?
What the f**? You deleted your SoundCloud cause you couldn't master your sound?
Trap, boom-bap. Give up all that
You in Boston, that's a motherf**ing fact
It's the home of hip-hop, but you don't understand
Because you clearly don't give a damn
Go back to India where people smell like you
Becuase man, you keep drinking that Samuel Adams brew
Hoping it turns you white, makes you into a delight
But you're never going to get into a fight with me
Because you're such a coward, unprofessional
You're blocking people on Twitter who disagree with you yo
Because your own opinion matters the most
Stop retweeting your own posts, it makes you into a hoe
Your dick, I should slice it off quick
Replace it with a vagina and sh** because you just a female in disguise...
Man, I hope you realize
That you a piece of sh** a**hole, you don't even know
What the f** I'm saying, because you don't even comprehend
How the f** I even do this sh** man...
I do this sh** inside of my mind, all the time
And therefore, I make complicated rhymes
Narsh, I hate you with my heart!
I play the part, and you don't even understand
What I can do to you god damn...
Recognize this, it's my season b**h!