NSP

[Intro] This feels like it is comin' outta nowhere I've been told not to kick someone when they're down This motherfuckers already dead though So I'ma do it anyway [Verse] Damn, bruh, I think I'll diss you on a Dax beat We know you clout chasin' your career lookin' hella bleak Haha, we get it, we know that you just need to eat You need to step out of the kitchen if you are not bringin' the heat "You're not a battle rapper", why you say that every fuckin' week You're bannin' Church's fans that comment, son, that shit is weak So raise your hand before you go to speak I'll make your fuckin' head leak And leave your untalented body face down in the fuckin' creek So let me introduce myself, you can call me Daddy I want to address you, son, you've been actin' bratty Yeah, I know it's confusin' from all these dudes that's be spankin' you Let's just say your mama had some fun while she was conceivin' you Since nobody wants to claim you, then I'll be the pappy, boss You about to spend life in the prison made of country bars It's time to take a nap, clean up your mess and delete the songs Dammit, Munfu, it's bedtime, get up off his fuckin' dong You said you don't respond unless their at half a mil' Take a look at your sub count that shit is lookin' still You say Church's bars are a reach, but you lookin' short, son You can't even ball, bitch, get off the court (Run) A five minute song, you barely rapped for three minutes But that's what you're all about, huh, little substance Oh shit, that didn't rhyme, so let me redo that I really meant to say it was five minutes of straight crap Let me break this down for you, hoss, it's pretty clear You and your fanbase hear what you wanna hear I will admit though, your future is lookin' bright Leave you caught like a deer in my mothafuckin' headlights You talk about victims, bruh, now you're the victim Go back and take a listen, you showin' all the symptoms But I got a fever too, I need more cowbell Put that some of that in your songs, and it'll sound swell You can call me a Stan, but I'd really prefer Dad There's not a damn thing you could say to make me mad I'm disappointed in you, son, you had your chance But you're a wack ass rapper and first and last glance Now let's take it back and talk about some of the facts You say Church is on your nuts, but you're nose deep in Dax's sack You are steady on his page to be the first to dislike Because like Upchurch, he buried you without a fight But you try and you try, and yet, you always fail Every bar that you spit comes off a little stale Maybe they're recycled, huh, yeah, I think that's it You unoriginal, untalented little prick I can't wait to have the SFJ Nation at my door 'Cause the real ones know what hip hop is, and they'll want more They ain't gettin' it from you, son, look at your views That means 3/4's of them have you on fuckin' snooze I'd say you met your match, but you will never have fire Especially with everything you say, you know you're a fuckin' liar Always talkin' out your ass, man, and that shit is true I hope this is gettin' through in your head and it's not misconstrued Been on racist bullshit since you started this thing Blamin' everybody who is white, or a right wing But what is really buggin' you Scru? Tell the truth Are you threatened that someone is fuckin' better than you? Fuck, man, how sad is this? My first time on a beat I'm rappin' better than you can, you can't extinguish the heat Bitch, I'm like the ghost pepper that you don't wanna eat 'Cause I'll be burnin' your ass while I haunt your fuckin' dreams Country boys can't rap, ha, bitch, don't make me laugh Don't just say you can run, ha. bitch, get on the track I'll throw a javelin at your heart before you even start Then at that point, I guess you could say that you got bars? But for now, keep on ridin' your nimbus cloud I got the YouTube spirit bomb ready to take you down And this time, there is no other world, you're dead forever And I didn't even have to go full Super Saiyan, bitch [Outro] Ah shit, saiyan, ever Oh well, it's still clever motherfucker