Unraveled

[Verse 1: El Bandito] You never had potential, just look at your credentials Semantics non-essential and you rap inconsequantial God is vengeful, I make shit suspenseful My influential logic is the opposite of gentle Pretend you been up in this game with no release For 10 years atleast cuz you can't afford no beats Bitch please, he can buy weed but can't afford a lease You weak, obsolete, retreat and stop breathe I understand it gotta be hard to spit and pronounce And articulate yourself with a dick in ya mouth You cock sucking piece of shit need to get ya head straight Lil Yachti and Uzi Vert, most likely bed mates Look at they dyed hair, resembles a rainbow Them gay flows like Drake shows crying to paid hoes But what's worse? Let me think, Meek Mill Bodied by the type of dude that whispers to a threadmill [Hook: El Bandito] It's about to be a bloody murder season coming over to you When the record labels dropping you I thought you knew what we do This the next level, coming true Fuck this rap game if I gotta turn my lyrics off No more creativity in you... I thought you knew, turn the radio on like... ?? [Verse 2: Lil Neekz] No second guessing, wack rappers wearing dresses Young Thug and Wiz Khalifa, featuring Evanescence Gay stage directors and I came to slay ya presence You're a tranny poppin' 'Zanis and all them anti-depressants Stop sucking man-nectar and gobbeling dicks for breakfast Only time ya mouth should be open is in that mid-sentence Or when ya at the dentist, real talk, don't get offended I ain't sexist I just know a man can't get pregnant Ya more like Peter Parker but i know you fucking Venom While I'm out on tour, You're on all fours, and that im betting Pretending your independent, some sort of authentic legend Ya too old like some discontinued shady anasthetics Better than any competitor, my flow is so disobedient This the killing season and Neekz the missing ingredient Call the medium, never bite the hand that you feeding from Tryna pull a knife on this poltergeist undefeatable [Hook: El Bandito] It's about to be a bloody murder season coming over to you When the record labels dropping you I thought you knew what we do This the next level, coming true Fuck this rap game if I gotta turn my lyrics off No more creativity in you... I thought you knew, turn the radio on like... ?? [Verse 3: El Bandito] The way I kill rappers who in a squad car to snitch faster... Than 40 Glocc can sue The Game for his ribs fractured I split atoms, unravel sick chapters Of Hip-Hop's pollution include it's bitch factor I rip jackers with no anestethics When I flip daggers, bodybaggers never call the paramedics Synthetic copy cats, I leave 'em with prostethics But I'm professional so thats why I will never get the credits [Verse 4: Lil Neekz] You will get beheaded, always bounce back like tennis Testosterone injections, should've checked metrics If ya battling Neekz, bring 3 cc's of excellence Toronto we travel free, from B.C. to Berlin Knee deep in bourbon we juice 'til we swervin' The weeds cheap, I'm cursin', destructive in person Abducting you earthlings when nothing is working Find your inner purpose this world is a circus [Hook: El Bandito] It's about to be a bloody murder season coming over to you When the record labels dropping you I thought you knew what we do This the next level, coming true Fuck this rap game if I gotta turn my lyrics off No more creativity in you... I thought you knew, turn the radio on like... ??