Ay yo Joyner
It's time to go home son
It's over
Nah this shit ain't over
Where's Skeppy at?
I'm ready
You've been gone for a minute now
What?
You missed the shit
Is you serious?
Time to go home son
Haha
Yeah
You said that you've been waiting for this
Come on tell me
How long have you been waiting for this huh?
Since you and 69 were fucking?
Doing foreplay with a snitch
Oh you heard I whip crack you're trying to stay in a mix
You dick sucker you tried your luck
Your album coming out you're dissing me to hype up your buzz
I exposed the ignorance man
You're lying too much
While you were laughing at my accent
I was lighting you up, with mad bangers
Told him please shut the fuck up I have manners
Cosplaying gangster rappers
You think your lyrics are sexy
Cos you switch em around and rap backwards
You cap rappers
Wack rappers
I smack rappers
It's war Jonah don't flop you know that I ain't nice
Catch him at the nightshow, now hes got stage fright
You know what I spray like, clips loaded
Hit him with cannons
From The Arsenal he ain't seeing daylight
Or do it hands-free, no DNA
I holler at my hitman
He can hit you from 20 feet away
Or it's a horror movie if he pulls out the shotty
You ain't scaring anybody man this clash was a piece of cake
You think you're seeing Skeppy today?
I'm Nicolas Cage
Gone in 60 seconds no Minute Maid
But I've got the Juice now
Jonah can't take the pain
You lost your chances of ever being in D12 and I take the blame
Is the fashion killer think I need a pink polo
Dropped round 2 on your release date oh no
Took you another week to reply you are so slow
Said you pushing your album like THIS AINT PROMO
Remember
This is all Drew's mad plan
I think you need to get his head checked
Need to get him a CAT scan
Cause he ain't Black Sam
And I never said you're the black Eminem boy
I said you're the black Stan
Joke man
Tried it
Yeah
You must have banged your head
I saw you went on to a podcast told them you wished your dad was dead
I cant lie thats a madness dread
But it makes sense I understand it now
Thats why you talk about mine you're a clown
How you dissing my dad for holding the fam down?
Yours burnt out he left you running around
From one personality to the next
Might be Will Smith
Might be a snitch
Could be a racist man
Might be Chappelle
Cus anyone else is better then being yourself
I know storytelling is effective
But I like your songs from your own perspective
Like your song with Em when you came out the closest
Do you, only fake niggas wont respect it
I love exposing ignorance
As a child of immigrants
That's always been the plan
I don't live on the coast
Im with the gang
On the ends
And we're talking slang you don't understand
We don't make excuses when it comes to war
I'm in the booth I'm a birthday killer
Your first names Gary
So you know we gotta put him in the grave
Like your surnames glitter
And don't leave your girl round me
That's foolish, always on time man I thought that you knew this
I don't rock with you or your music
What's love? Fuck that I just shoot shit
I've never been robbed you bozo
And im outside see me walking dolo
If a man ever try touch my chain
Leave em looking like the Jordan logo
I didn't even need to discuss with the fans
They can already see how many lies you told
Said he hasn't heard from me since the 90's
Jonah I was 9 years old
All I had to was post one tweet
Now you and all of your guys exposed
You should say thank you
I saw the spike in your streams
Lets talk about the highs and lows
I'm cooler than hametan
A traveller pull up in a caravan
If you left the country
Might learn a lot when you spend a day in the UK with the gang
Never race a Jamaican
Never fight a Nigerian
Never ride your bike into a Turkish man
Never rob an Albanian
Never diss a Somali
Never go bar to bar with an English man
Cus I got bars that can fuck up your future
Its a fist fight I came with a bazooka
All you could do now is watch me win
You could never be headline you lollapalooza
Delusions of grandeur
Your lost in the sauce
Get back in the real world
Get off the computer
Your father gave you all the gems
Now you turn round saying you don't want to be Junior
That's what's killing black men
You said your managers from the ends
Why does he talk like that then?
When you said I wish I was American
I was more confused then your managers accent
Novelist dissed you
Holla back then
Chip Scorch Cruz Duppy and Smila
The kwengadem live
When its time to attack them
Best in the world, better mention the mandem!
