[Intro: Chef sample]
I got my own team, this Chef side, the high tide
A coalition of all-stars targeting those who lied
I'm not well liked? I got more in my corner than Toronto
Back off motherf**er, pronto
[Verse 1: Kev-CUE]
Y'all actors well I'm bouta give y'all the Cue
I donkey f**ed the game but cuffed her, didn't you?
Who y'all frontin on? We don't even know you
Assa**in J, that goes out to both of you
I'm :jordanlaff:‘in at your a**es comin' at Chef
Y'all jumped on the bandwagon, how many disses y'all have left?
The Deevil's Advocate, more like The Dick Advocate
Y'all some broke bois, cheese only at my bank account
Call that sh** margarita, where y'all dead bodies are found?
My 9 millimeter, co*ked that sh** and went blaow
You're lil b**h I greet her, my dick all up in her mouth
Lil mamacita, showed her what some real ones are bout
I'm bout to turn y'all to veggies, y'all keep runnin' your mouth
Guaranteed y'all run away if sh** goes south
[Verse 2: Open Mike Aguila]
Your eensy, weensy dick, it tiny like a Weedle
I'm regal or slick like Evel Knievel
b**h, I'll trump you like Mike Pence
Your trash ain't worth five cents
My Bugatti, fly Moscatt-y and salami, all high-end
Emp
[Verse 3: Wu-Pac]
Jonathan? Maaan, what's wrong with him
MarriedToTheGame get back on the dick of Slim
Cause your thread game went from weak to wack
I heard your track, JC what kind of diss was that?
You went from being nobody to being f**ing weird
I'm a father to you fools despite shaving my beard
[Verse 4: Metaphors]
I got a 90s fro and a 90s flow
I got a 90s dick for a 90s ho
I got 90 shots for a 90s hater
I got 90 women cause I'm a 90s player
You gettin' 90 bullets aimed at your head
You mess with my team and the worms gettin' fed
Laid out on the floor is where you'll be
Don't come around town unless you wanna bleed
You got a new girl but she got some old knees
She always on all fours aimin' to please
I don't mess with coke but I love the trees
If you tryna sell then take out the seeds
Diss me and you'll never hear a reply
A response from me is a Columbian necktie
You and all your homies can die slow
I'm more than a negro, I'm a hero
You a zero and a loser
Beggars can't be choosers
Your new girl is my old one
I bust that nut and I was done son
Quick to have you dyin', leave some mothers cryin'
That's the way we roll and the way we fly
I hope your funeral is lit, while we sittin' here gettin' high
[Verse 5: Onemanband]
A lot of nobodies jumping in to reap the benefits
Dissin' us in our sleep while thinking we're gettin' sick of it
You can keep your apologies, my biology's limitless
Viciousness in my veins remains unexplainably endless when
b**hes from Jay's team believe they can proceed to end us with
Whack bars from try hards with elementary temperaments
They're losing self esteem, their future ain't how they envisioned it
Who needs production when the voice in your head is my instrument?
[Verse 6: Gabbles]
An a**a**in making up things just because it works better with his rhyme?
Saying I don't make sense, at least I don't come up with some sh** to get my shine
Carrying your team, must be tense; Releasing so much disses not even worth a dime
Well stay behind the fence, know your place cause Young Gabbles in his prime
MarriedToTheLame out here thinking he and JC ended my career
Said it earlier and I'll say it again, you two are obviously queer
Why am I on this cypher if my end was really that near?
Just like JC, get out of here since you don't want to be involved in all the sh** I stir
Y'all even got this nobody praying to have his name mentioned in my songs
Even asking why I didn't when his name isn't dropped at all
Probably touching himself to the sound of his name rolling of our tongues
Wanting to be beat around the bush like a beach ball
[Verse 7: ALLCAPSification]
Not long is how long that this rhyme took me
With the deep ba** and ba** kicks like Bruce Lee
Who sees the complete irrelevance of all involved?
All of us do, that's why it's ten of us against you few
So what you gonna do when we roll up on you?
Hit you with both barrels in this joke of a feud
Put two and two together and I'm talking about you
JC, Jonathan, and Game can go s** a dick or two
f** IQ, all I need is some tea and my .22
So f** your feuds and your families
I'm out to make some enemies
I'mma kick your a** out of the game like a tenant, see
[Verse 8: Khroam]
Aye skurt skurt Yung K with the work
Ain't married to the game but your b**h married to this dick
p**y a** bois y'all on some fu sh**
f** with the gang gon' get your moms hit
Ayo Jonathan catch this johnson that I'm launchin'
Your b**h p**y I got lost in
Her discharge was caustic
Bruh bruh just forfeit
Gang deep like horse sh**
[Verse 9: Zade]
It's like thirty tracks in and you f*ggots are still at it
Either you're addicts or you're some crazy Relapse sh**
I've probably said this already, but y'all can go to hell
Y'all the black knight from Monty Python's Holy Grail
Jonathan jumping in now with the sh**ty reViews
Wack as the track you didn't title, your team doesn't feel you
Then there's JC, this motherf**er won't die neither
Took him nine tracks to give in, that's excluding his features
Some washed up HipHopHead Devastated himself drastically
Not ethering Deevil though cause he still fam to me
As for MarriedToTheGame, you really need serious help
Used cancerous Canibus lines twice, you bleeding from the welts
You know I genuinely feel bad for these left for dead rejects
Even Jay disowned you as soon as he read the disses from Team Chef
We roasted you, served you, cleaned up the plates
It's time to throw away the remains and debunk your claims
Chef!
[Verse 10: Chef]
People get involved in sh** that's none of their business
Its senseless but I'm relentless, show you what rekt is
Rekt is JC after he drops 9 cookie cutter tracks
Rekt is Game after I never messaged him back
Ignore his PM while I call up the coalition
Eat a dick JC, I own that f**ing kitchen
I'm Gordon Ramsay and this my RG family
Burying Game alive cause he can't stand me
You claiming I got people fighting my wars?
Then what were you doing settling Jay's scores?
I called in the squad cause you f**s got involved
The beef has evolved, and its still unresolved
I got motherf**ers asking me how blade's taste
When I never even called em out in the first place
Devastated his team defeated, c'mon let's repeat it
Ma**acre all you f**s again if you really need it
Jon stay away, the beef is getting overcooked
Team Toronto's f**ed, I think they've had enough
Meanwhile I got advocates to murder false devils
I'll call in more shooters, man get on my level
Apparently my disses ain't direct and I tend to ramble
Well now look motherf**er who's in shambles
[Outro: YoungToronto]
M.A.D.D Squad stay goat