Genocide
[Hook: Cyler]
Dear Lil illiterate fucks
Fearing you is fucking nuts
Kneeling to you is dumb
All all of you are is scum
[Verse 1: Cyler]
When will Xan come to the conclusion that
Those pubes on his face are rank
When will Pump get rid of the face-tats
Or are they just drawn on in black?
Oh, no‚ no‚ no‚ no, no, please do not do that
You gon' make C-boy attack
You gon’ make C-boy go mad
You gon' make C-boy go
*fingers snapping*
"Uh‚ Mr. Yachty, I don't feel so good."
"Your good, Xan."
"I don’t wanna-"
Fuck the emotional weight of the lyrics
The mystics and artists are solaced
To bring you the same shit again and again and again until
Eminem joins the battle and resets the meta again
Makes Royce shout "New meta?" Again
[Verse 2: Cyler]
The caterpillar just blossomed into a butterfly
Like Amy in Brooklyn Nine-Nine
Or Rajesh in The Big Bang
Now he lookin 5'9" with the fool's eyes
When he with Jay-Z in an Empire State of Mind
But when Colson's ego grows taller than the Empire State? Don't mind
When he tries to diss Em's other daughters
He'll be the rap game's next martyr
The fact that he still makes music after Killshot is mind-boggling
Maybe it was just for some spotlight hogging
He’d suck on Trump to get his career back
But Donald does not want to do that
He ain’t alike all the others
He ain't close to Mathers
Neither of ’em got manners
When it actually matters
[Hook: Cyler]
Dear Lil illiterate fucks
Fearing you is fucking nuts
Kneeling to you is dumb
All all of you are is scum
[Verse 3: Cyler]
Launchin' another album with venom in it
Then you saying you can do better than it
But Marshall has done better
Even though it was greater
Than the shit that Post caters
To kids and lyrical haters
Or Charlamagne the Berator
"I tell you that I'm better now‚ better now" No you ain't
If I diss you, Xan will try to rescusitate
I’m telling you, this is what I fucking hate
This EP, will be my lucky break
Minus the lucky 'cause you know I rate
Lyrics like cynics that mimick
Limericks even if its pyrrhic
5-9 radio signals are rolling
In Phantoms and controlling
The streets that they be owning
And secretive like ONI, but only
When it comes to keepin' the phonies
And makin' like Ms to the Boney
Algebraic equations like Loney
Luxton lexicons are wholly
Full of bullshit, I'm calling
Them out on their folly
[Hook: Cyler]
Dear Lil illiterate fucks
Fearing you is fucking nuts
Kneeling to you is dumb
All all of you are is scum
[Verse 3: Cyler]
I called up Kelly this morning
And told him his copies are falling
His album is floppy walking
He ain't really mauling
Let that smoke run on ketamine
Then I bleed, through methamphetamine
I fill a beat, with tons of heat
Why can't you see thee sheath of green
And fuck it, you colourblind pricks cannot see
Through a shit ton of watery sea
I'm tired of the two-tone flows
It's the kind of cancer that grows
In beats like seeds that sow
I'ma package this and send with a bow
Like Amazon, that's how shit go
I ain't gonna take it all slow
[Hook: Cyler]
Dear Lil illiterate fucks
Fearing you is fucking nuts
Kneeling to you is dumb
All all of you are is scum