[Intro] Whew Ether of the year coming soon.... This boy chef been getting on my nerves Man this boy chef knows he's getting on me nerves Nervously making nerve-racking noises, yet I haven't said a word Up until this point, now he getting what he deserves [Verse 1] Look, shaolin chef Why do you even fathom being the best It's clear with me here it'll be a quest I promise I'll bury you and put you into rest f** with me, leave you like reverse salad preparations; undressed f** my girl all night while you only getting siblings; incest Run up at me I'll have your foot with a f**ing bayonet I'm gonna get you got, I'm getting good at not getting sh** This man saying he got a diss record for me? Couldn't say keep more than a Beastie album in 2016 That's not being mean, it being as realistic as can be B I'm running through this chef with a machine Gunning through him, M-16 Storm blundering through his house, hit the TV I don't wanna do this to you Ever since my medship I've been cool with you Gave me OG advice and that was nice of you But I'm the newer wave, so imma have to off you Everything I've been saying is all true This is my opportunity, I'm capitalizing ON IT Shout out to AllCaps who watches, but is never on it Oops! Fam let's just keep it between us, I just wanted to be honest But you ain't never f**ed, you have a list, I'm not on it Get in my way, you'll be demolished b**h I'm a cla**ic just like The Chronic That Caribbean blood is on it Got that reggae like I'm Chronixx Couldn't regulate me, if I proceed to drop addictive sh**; bars of dope Cleanin' out all you dusty n***as; bars of soap You struggle to get rich with gold bars of hope sh** about to get messy like is Barcalon… Nah nah b**h I'm running through, coming through, gunning through Wait this is repetitive What would you do? If you could choose the dude to lose who is competitive I'm a goat you a cow go moo you losing foolish little kid Whew this is gonna move this dude up the latter b**h [Sample] Nah chef is my dawg fam I'd die for that n***a But when you call out Jay like that That's when all hell breaks loose… [Verse 2] And to anyone making fun of the one Who is coming to rescue you From the tragedy that'll be the state of hip hop I'll make a cap lock in the jaw Or a few cause I'm raw Like I'm WWE, flush you down the John While I'm on the scene Being mean to everyone that'll be dissing me All this pissing me off with the bullsh** That'll be hitting me and it's starting to make me sick Of the stupid sh** That can only be cured by a lick That good potent product sh** Be hitting the lungs Be smoking sh** like how I just smoked this one n***a named Shaolin Chef Finna catch a body and give this man a beautiful d**h I'm spitting lyrical content so good it's literal That Imma be the God, not even metaphorical Shouts to Meta the realest med in the forum you know Yeah you know I'm from the nation That was originally run by that Haitian Rap n***a was a sensation Put his name in bold using that ALLCAPSification Put a shoe print on Marco's Polo Y'all know I'm at the top If you didn't know now you do know Don't f** with Young Toronto [Outro] This isn't meant to be taken seriously. Me and chef are pretty close. He probably won't respond to this because this isn't real beef. M.A.D.D Squad