Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

I see you thinkin I'm a joke with your pansy hopes ,
String me along like a dog but I'm bitin at ya throat ,
Mean while ,
I strike out never ,
Jewels hangin over ya chest guns shootin em off ,
I'll hang you or make you jump ten stories from the top ,
Now drop ,
Both ways is belligerence with a vengeance ,
Smell some shrooms in the jungle while the quarters ridden ,
I am hittin ,
Double Dragon with the kicks ,
Dog you just a little shitzu ,
you think your raw but the bell rings for my mentals ,
if you ,
draw figures I'll delete em like photo shop ,
Green land in the back ,
frontin hash on the block ,
Jury duty ,
You stand against the criminals in a subliminal plot ,
I'll blast at you till your astral signs an allusion to the cross

Soar kaid again, sorry to hurt your feelings
I can tell you're broke by them low ceilings
Your facemask the cheapest, I pay attention to details
The picture quality tells me your phone goes for $99 at retail
You cannot prevail when it's time to get it on
I summon my inner Paul Phoenix & Lei Wulong
Or I'll see you in the Gulag, whatever bag you on
Any illusion you choosing, I'm intruding
And any lesson is a blessing, students
Come back less wack with an impact that's conducive
to produce something conclusive
Now pardon me, you fake ass RG3
You need a ghost writer like Cardi B
If you ever wanna spar with me

iLL Finesse

I kill people like you in my doctor mask ,
I enter a case of easing into a mood to blast ,
I used my computer camera to take the picture ,
Under the disguise I’m smoother and much sicker ,
You aint quite ready to see that yet ,
Your just a baby in the womb of the opposite sex ,
I don’t care how much info you got on me ,
your house is dirty as the tray you put your pot in homie ,
Later in twenty twenty one I’ll reveal my face ,
It’s the mouth bow tie because death is the case

If Ill finesse was a chick in a bra ,
you know she'd be gettin it raw ,
Finesse rides on a scooter and calls himself the law ,
Neck ringin is one way to kill this feasant Baa-cock!!! ,
I’m in hooptie makin the concrete shake whenever it drop ,
You wet your pants whenever your shocked ,
Nobody would buy your candy bars whenever they shop , (candy bars rhymes)
Your job sells more merchandise whenever your off ,
When I flow ,
Its murky as water in a bottle ,
The words out your mouth are outta here like a news motto ,
You prolly at ya house on ya television screen watchin Bravo ,
I aint ugly which ups my chances of being a model

https://youtu.be/ZtEDVALRJDM

You a model? Is that the case?
Home alone taking photos with a mask on your face
Clearly you got something to hide
This just a picture nigga but I ain't letting SHIT slide
You'll never flourish looking all malnourished
Fuck ducking my wave this clown would drown in a mild current
Double posting because you determined
Return and find a sermon, I preach higher learning to vermin
The strains of my herb I'm merging is green crack and durbin
soar kaid is wack so on this track I'm swag surfing
If I were to get mad you could get fragged while working
I personally feel you're a fag lurking
Not mad at the person, just the drag of reading bad verses

-iLL Finesse

You runnin in the game tryin to avoid my lasso ,
I got the mentality of a G but I don't like to brag doe ,
My lyrics aint raw? ,
You should tell that to my fist ,
Disrespectin me with those second rate rhymes ,
These flows doin you in ,
If your better than this then why aint I deceased?,
your type of flows don’t shock me ,
No wonder you aint a beast ,
Your moms left you all alone on a wall as a tike ,
Dealin with that type of grief got you up late night

I'll take your whole style and I'll wreck it ,
Black fitted cap on my head lookin wreckless ,
I got this perfected ,
Beauticians don't notice you need special attention to ya head dress ,
Take your money from gettin McDonalds ,
So you gettin fed less ,
I'm on some illness ,
Double oh Seven with my hands on your chick ,
and she feels this ,
I'm only spittin realness ,
Valient like no other with a steel grip and some steel clips ,
Look ,
You stash your money in your socks ,
Bill gates dough in my bank where the gem stones stocked

If ya knew anything ballers like Bill gates don’t own gems only gold bars
N cryptocurrencies with electronic Gucci wallets to hold ours/
We incog - Rollin like the brinks truck with infrared beams and dual sighted ACOG
You play hard - but so impressionable like play-doh - you gay-hoe
I’m chasing paper you chase the rainbow/
On my say so wolves ll chase you all day bro - for the fun and the funds
Guns? You better some like you fresh out a 23 n 1//
You can’t stand up to this Nuke bomb - plenty a heat son
Chop ya feet off for them jays - double entendre - to show you defeat son//
Prolly still thinkin you top dog - my bars stay cooking - that makes you a hot-dog//
you don’t cut the mustard - ketchup - ya bitch only relish my mayo
Ya brain slow a rotten tomato only value you have is a peso //
Filler - like a namecard on a seat - you just space hold
Impersonating the person for certain everyones been waiting
Congrats you Soared to my door step but that’s where the dream starts deflating//
N you start debating tussling n struggling with the ego tellin you you great son
N the reality that you scared pussy fake and a kill you ain’t one//

Time - stick a fork in em - this cakes done

Dang this dude came outta the wood work ,
Swingin your style my way will get your flows earthed ,
Its curtains for you lockz ,
Grenades blowin off all your fans hands ,
So you can’t get props ,
Gold? ,
You think you makin portions? ,
Sad day that you can’t get air ,
Cuz you aint Michael Jordan ,
I’m an enforcer of your death ,
Troubled cat’s like you get a lot of F’s ,
Fantasies comin my way with ya girl ,
Now you also get an X (Ex-girl friend/X) ,
Tricks shouldn’t be on your mind ,
So avoid the stress

That hot dog line was your best bet ,
Depleted your mental gears on your car ,
Brotha that’s a wreck test ,
Dreamin of cuttin my throat over this decked vest? ,
You must be jokin ,
That was my next guess ,
I'mma X-Convict ,
Put a brick as a pillow in your grave ,
And let you rest on it,
Jays comin from the tip ,
Know my glocks stay alarmin ,
So I can put you in your vomit...I’m holdin two ,
shootin needles like I’m metal sonic ,
Drain all your “spinal” fluids ,
so you can be “back” astonished

It aint no way that you beatin me in rap ,
I'll make a mockery out of you and your flowetry scraps ,
You are pretty weak ,
Those lyrics can't stand up to a giant like me ,
I see the score board already ,
You hittin about a point oh five six ,
I got that memorized ,
when I hit the ball bat rips ,
You can't see me in hell with a kamehameha ,
Throw energy back but my defenses aint got a flaw ,
When I engage in a punch my power takes off your jaw ,
I suggest you run cuz I'm the size of the law ,
Uh ,
I’ll lyrically bake you lockz ,
Suflay your heart with other ingredients in a crock pot ,
You can’t manage to overcome or subdue ,
Comin at me with riddles ,
but its you who doesn’t have a clue ,
I’ll cut you up like a crew , (crew cut)
When my boys don’t like you already dude ,
Stick it to you with the wesson ,
Scope on the huntin season weapon ,
Burner in my grasp ,
lookin at you second ,
Pluck you out the hood ,
Brothas watchin at the edges ,
Do I have to give you a present? ,
Gauging how many shells I have to dispurse ,
Look ,
I’m fly enough to leave off the Earth

Other cars gettin crashed into ,
Powerful ability to cause destruction of a Mace Windu ,
I show the form of a ninja ,
Throwin punches in a poem even if they hit a beginner ,
Kicks blowin past your blocks ,
I don’t mean when I walk ,
I mean when your defenses are knocked ,
Fightin me requires ya chest to be closed ,
Attackin every point of your body when I see holes ,
Don’t enter the midst of an adept ,
Try to get live with me and get crept ,
Falsify what you heard and become deaf ,
Leave yourself open to a hook and get left ,
uh ,
You act out of character while I’m kickin ,
Marine life you smell like ,
punks belong in liquid

🥱

You stoppin me not - this a awfully hot coffee pot
I make coffins drop when I come off the top
Best take heed I grab necks n squeeze
Till ya chest can’t breathe n cause ya eyes next to bleed
Inceptive seeds catch the drift n in the wind it’s best you leave
fear you? that’s krillin to goku - A pear to a ginsu
Facebook friends I’m a just keep poking you
Let’s dissect ya schemes - memes
Word play - far from nice
Delivery - mime
Mine pristine precise cold as ice on time lazer beam Optimus Prime
I’m light of a different kind - god - operate on a different time - matrix
You don’t live ya rhyme - fraud - you glowin ? Sounding like a gay bitch
Facts Face it - or get a face lift fast
N so you get the facts str8 I’m a stick ya face with tacks- wait
All your consecutive posts is just watered down piss in a bladder
Mine potent like the residue after burnin crack rolled in shatter
Heron still in the needle stuck in the arm of a dead junky
Lyrically you sweet but I’m raw n too ugly

In an interview you said your better than Kaid ,
The face the interviewer made put you in rage ,
You aint better than me little lockz ,
I'm a way bigger lock ,
Got you feelin like hell like Satan himself lit your top ,
I'm on your block on golden spokes ,
Get ya life smoked if I feel like I’m provoked ,
Greet your chick with a boner and a stroke ,
Low woman ,
Hit her spot dry while I’m dumbin ,
Cat’s put they hands up for me while they clubbin ,
The nerve of you ,
Steal your car not ,
I got a convertible ,
Put the scope on the rifle like a snake ,
And its s-s-servin you ,
Your type is unheard of dude ,
Put you out to sea like a bird might or like a turtle do ,
I pull out these burners rude ,
Glock spittin leavin all ya teeth missin ,
The world is certain the reaper comes when I pivot

Hit you with a wave beam from my arm bracelet ,
Will you ever learn that I'm rappin from a Sega ,
I'm throwin white balls of liquid to kill you off ,
Lighting bolts shock you high ,
I round house you when you drop ,
Kano spinnin ball ,
To a Stage Fatality ,
watch you fall ,
Mortal Kombat 3's 7-hit combo's only when I brawl ,
Runnin through scorpions spear with Jade’s Invincibility ,
Striker sweeps you off your feet ,
Then he shoots you with a ton of beams ,
I might do Sectors heat seeking missles ,
I'll fight every character in an endurance match on the menu ,
Johnny Cage has that uppercut and swift shadow kicks ,
I’ll take your life with Kabal’s silver picks ,
Rain aims the rain at your face to leave you drenched ,
I'll use Jade's green kick and dispose of the green Disc

read this a bit slower to make the sentences go together.

You aint on the level I'm on ,
Get higher than me ,
and you'll pressure the don ,
I make more raps than you ,
All of em got that glow like radio active juice ,
If a dude told you that you was better ,
He needs to get with the program forever ,
Your flows hold your destiny ,
Your raps need more skill than you’ll ever see ,
if you wanna beef wit me ,
I’ll cross you over with the juke ,
Full court press stoppin you from the hoop ,
You ask your chick if you can give her a lesson ,
she’ll say “nope this G spot is kaid’s” ,
No question ,
I gave you plenty of times to say who’s the best ,
Now you gotta live with the slugs in ya chest ,
I’ll slip past your defenses ,
Live longer than you cuz my life span is endless ,
You think you makin short work of me? ,
I starve for a cat that thinks he is burnin me ,
I stay higher than a pyramid ,
While your smaller than a morsel for a little kid

Word play

I might see you on a grey hound bus ,
While I'm ridin in a car with an iPad Touch ,
Glide that slug to ya side like an old mans crutch ,
De-materialize ya thoughts like nuclear fallout dust ,
I hit ya female companion at Bally’s ,
Get fly and feel the machine gun from the Apache ,
Your just another French Fry that I ate from Rally’s ,
Wrap renolds foil ya head ,
And some on the antenna of ya Caddi ,
uh!

Go soar, Go soar, S to the O to the A to the R,
Does shows n the crowds are amazed from the start,
Dudes sick he's fully blown Kaids with a bar,
Holds the hood down in his sleep, he was raised in a car,
You wear a mask cuz your face looks like Satanist art,
What you expect, you know razors are sharp n still shave in the dark,
You justify your past as a rapist at large by telling yourself it all came from the heart,
I only say I know you have a life that sucks,
Cuz you think it's cool to be in a car with an iPad touch,
I broke my laptop, so Ill slide by your ride strapped up,
Take your tablet, because you see my Mac's bust

Bag ,
I'm studyin how to end your life ,
Death to your head ,
Press on the lead ,
Bag ,
I'll get the chick at your house pregnant ,
it aint nothin like when she got me "headed" ,
i think all you want is the attention ,
I’m a bit higher than that affection in my timberlands ,
Shoot ,
When will you see that the road between us is long ,
Scoot over the side of the meridian with the XL long (XL long is a AK) ,
Seek the help of a monk if you want to get “lifted by a master” ,
If you wanna levitate ,
then a shot gun to the chest is much faster ,
You shook from my persona ,
Only chicks do that doe ,
Every time I put on my chain ,
the medallion spins thorough ,
Why you think the names plural ,
But I’m much blacker ,
Don’t joke like a jester ,
You’ll end up as food for a dragon ,
I order you to hell ,
Even with a Uzi ,
You wouldn’t get through without takin an L ,
I pop my trunk to get the crow bar ,
Lift the car up to ya face and let it slow fall ,
Soars a menace to society like a compact pulsar ,
Treat me like a kid and get spun like a weather vein or sonar

it's really a shame that you are no advent
just another lame out here with no talent
no balance, you keep leaning hard into
raps about sex with women and pulling out pistols
mine are the realest rhymes you're likely to read
so study up young man, if you hope to succeed
i broke you with speed so you need to get faster
cuz from up here, your shit looks like a disaster

SinSeer, you live in fear that one day you'll drink beer and tell everyone you cum in your pants whenever there's a dick near,
I know you're not a some mad guy, don't ask why,
Show me your EP I'll wrap that tape around your head you'll get your cap sized,
You live a sheltered life but your names still one you can stand by,
Cuz you wear glasses n sin-seer literally means bad-sight,
You say "please stop hitting me" every day of every single week,
Sin's a neek, I'd big you up but without a team how's sin-a-G?
You're not Sin to me, you're more of a Young Wet Green Flannel,
You look like the guy from this disabled MC battle https://youtu.be/aMx4NOy6c18

If I measured all the raps that you've written with deceit ,
Your lies would be super imposed on the lyrics that you speak ,
If you could of won the times you went up against me ,
Your success would only be the same as a dog bitin a frisbee ,
Cuz I've only begun to write ,
Finger rolls aint my only ball move that you like ,
I'm hype ,
I'm strapped up like two breasts to keep it tight ,
aight? ,
So when I blow past you in my nikes , (don't say nikes properly)
Take ya clip on shades off ya glasses to see me right ,
Cats like you need the influence of god ,
Cuz dudes like you be in the hay stacks of society lost ,
Sonny ,
You be frontin with the swagger ,
I’m tempted to fill a bag with about a hundred daggers ,
And what I’ll do to you aint less than luck ,
Pull out the glock on you gangsta style when I dump ,
Throw a bear your way in the woods and let it hunt ,
It aint a good look like “Aston Kutcher” ,
cuz bag gettin “punk’d” ,
I’d say the noise in this race got me feelin nasty ,
I can’t make sense of my thoughts for the life of me ,
Before I go over the edge ,
And fall like a beverage on top of a grill ,
You don’t need to be real in an existence that’s sick ,
your just another Vic ,
and your doctor prescribes you a pill ,
I’ll off you to become a convict ,
I can put death at you for a thrill ,
As you scream for your life in a ghost ridin over a hill ,
Uh ,
Still ,
The most captivating ,
Even robots ask me how I got my raps activated ,
Capitulation ,
Demonstrate the money makin skills and give you a surrender payment ,
Its like I’m Clay Aiken ,
Coach forfeiting the penalty over a sportsmanship limitation ,
Your faded ,
And I’m lost in my own innovation

It looks like Soar Kaid is old news ,
The new origami soldier comin to fold you ,
Its comical ,
The only time that your reppin is when its whenever ,
I'm diabolical in the industry makin cat's fall to half steppaz ,
Crook in december ,
Fly cat in january ,
This season I'll get to you with the mack I carry ,
We'd be friends never ,
Like if I crossed you over as Michael Jordan and you was Chris Webber ,
Smell me? ,
and those flows aint doin nothin to help ya ,
Freeze from my bars ,
cuz when you eat em your in cold weather

I’m drinking a Strongbow, playing the bongos, tryna think of shit which rhymes with Don Flows.
Why’s this guy thinking he’s heaven scent..? mmm, god nose.
I’mma CCTV star, my life’s like a cop show.
I’m on road looking like I swapped clothes with Jon Snow.
What? no... I got combos like Jon Jones.
I got a longbow coz a glock’s slow, and it kept on jamming, like, forgot how the song goes.
I got “whoah”s... you’ve got woes.
Don Flows... I fucked your girl, now my schlong glows.

dont get so exited virb. I'm kaid. Just a different name.

Your schlong glows? ,
Isn't that what your mouth does on altoids? ,
How long? ,
Doesn't matter with the beam on your brain ,
Put you in a chamber with infrared signals ingrained ,
While your in spirit ,
I'm poppin ya corpse ,
slingin the flames ,
Singin glocks for your departure ,
Your depleted by aim ,
Your whole frame gets did up ,
Can't get up ,
Put your penis in a whore and ya shlong gets lit up ,
I've had enough like your trashy raps touchin mine ,
Maximum penalty for your diss ,
compared to me ,
your rips are touchy and kind

Can’t you read the markings of the magnum shots? ,
“Your a padawan” ,
Make you watch my light saber battles on a magnavox ,
I’d shoot you up in your home stead ,
Leave you at home dead ,
For your drinkin binge ,
You wish that guiness came in low red ,
People like you think their hot ,
But when people like me come ,
you learn that you are not ,
My space ship came from a martian lot ,
When I shoot these bombs they never drop ,
Like I’d lose my smarts on making drops ,
Your like a kid that digs a fall ,
I know you wanted me to flop ,
Gosh ,
I see the intelligence that you lost ,
You think your god bod ,
And again your not ,
You think you’re a top shot ,
Yet again your not ,
Cuz I milk these rhymes whenever I rock ,
Stick these fuses in your ear ,
Hear them blaze ,
Ending your career ,
Your fear’n me ,
The king of disaster is here ,
Want to see my face in your face in the mirror? ,
Uh ,
Chump! ,
If you study all my shots ,
You’ll see I’m lightin all your limbs when I dump ,
Turn up these rugers ,
So forget bringin pumps ,
I’ll put you in a dead mans place with the guns

Mildly entertaining, but something I won't re-read over,
You'll get punched drunk while I'm clean sober,
Start wars for a little green man I don't mean Yoda,
Go 0-100 quicker than a cybertruck with 3 motors,
I usually leave em leakin but if you're Don flows I guess I block holes,
You wouldn't be colder if the temperature dropped low & the lock froze,
You're such a bitch when you were little you wore hand me down dog clothes,
I'm super comfy getting under your feet like long robes,
You came out the mud to rap and got smoked like frontos,
This materials going over your head like ponchos,
You're fabric soft sucker,
And you can't be cut from the same cloth as the cloth cutter

Damm, who's to blame for what this place became
Only one name can be ascertained as consistently lame
It's you soar.. and it's a damn shame you have no claim in the future
I'll take your life for a pair of new Jordan's
just send the coordinates, I'll make short work with this
In front of an audience, Don flows.. left and right like Don flamingo, in this thing yo I'm an anchor like Trey Wingo, angels sing, trumpets blow, crowds get more pumped than right after trump has spoke, Then don gets on and the awkwardness is uncomfortable....






















.... look, this ain't ratatouille, not everybody can cook
not everybody can drop a hot 16 with a fire hook
I either inspire or leave em shook
You can't hide anything from me nigga
cuz I'll read a book
One things for certaiiiin, got the UV to raise the thc and the terpenes
I'd say it's working
no longer searching, the real is here, lurking

-Ill Finesse

(site went down when this was written)

Your name almost says it all, but I’LL FINESSE these rhymes...
This is easily lyrical slaughter, y’all just witnessing me confess these crimes.
Less is fine...we all know you’re ILL so someone get this dude some meds...
Don’t cross the line, I’ll tie you up by your hair cause I’m not the only thing he dreads.
Spring from bed when I hear Finesse is out here talking shit...
You talk, not spit...and I love pussy but right now your throat the only thing getting fucking slit.
Duck n slip when I’m throwing haymakers at your dome...
You’re scared and squirming and sound like a bitch faking moans.
Now tuck your tail and take it home, this cypher is complete...
You failed, I don’t...and instead of biting bars stick to biting sheets.

Sheet biter, you're a weak writer and a tweet liker,
Polybius - cuz you got fake game, mine kicks harder than street fighter,
I'll jerk one out on your bitch, get to nuttin in the place,
Your friends sayin "Don't you think your girls pretty? Why's Bag covering her face?",
There's a hole in the scene so I'm filling the gaps,
You've got a hole in your jeans because you finger ya crack,
I say real shit, but may as well have wrote it in Spanish or colloquial language, either way I know you won't understand it,
Take what a boss has and you'll be one, that's how they're livin in the world,
And if I went to check Poly pockets, then I'd be a little girl

Look man all the times I rip you with the heat ,
Be the last time I compete ,
cuz you'd be dead in the street ,
I hope that your diamonds got little imperfections ,
West dead inspection on ya head impressions ,
I strike at an angle at ya throat ,
I aint no joke ,
The raps succeed to bring stacks to my grips ,
Dip out with the techs and hit you with carbon tips ,
I stroke ya woman with a blessed move ,
My ghettoness is higher than most of you dudes ,
Take my libido out the test tube ,
makin it with the technology I used ,
Brand your crew with a 50 shot spray ,
Your dazed and confused ,
I move out the way smooth ,
On a path and I make it with the tool ,
Police got you ,
I look at bag and just smirk like he's not important ,
I been rappin with this cat since he was a joke ,
Bring the map up and land more mines till your broke ,
When I toke ,
I never spaz out and go crazy ,
even minded kid so my brain stays amazing ,
Copestetic not complaining ,
Take a mic and talk about ya low rating ,
Lit like a match in heaven with god devastating ,
Muscles stuck out like 2 weapons ,
look the guns separating

You know what's really stupid bout how you were Kaid n switched?
You changed to Don Flows but not even your cadence switched,
I made a list, checked it twice,
Just to tell you I got presence cuz I'm extra nice,
You're a genetic splice between wet n wipes,
Living a false "I use my gun, will I get to heaven?" life,
Precarious spitter who swears he's s some killer, but drives a fiat 500 with a 'powered by fairydust' sticker

Bag here trying to claim superior
You got a inferiority complex just look at your interior

Tryna be smart with the linguistics
But only a retard rhymes "switched" with that shit

Can you even fight legs like fish sticks
Slick is the GOAT i stay free of the sucka characteristics

Stop rhyming i must insist it
Youre garbage just like your list is

Slick Trick the only thing hotter than me is the pasta shells ,
blowin through ya brain give you more sound than a oscar bell ,
Change the sound of the horns goin through ya ears ,
and walk it out outside after the desert do ya ears ,
I'm done with mine ,
The shotty masculine like a over sized porcupine ,
I'm short of a mine ,
The scope raise you up to the moon like a hate sign ,
I'm above you commitin atmospheric sex ,
Tappin ya chick out on the bed ,
who I'm goin do next? ,
Flex ,
Jungle body in the room gettin Rec , (rec/recreation)
Smooth as ever with a weapon to get in tune with my tech

I move on ya set wit goons and goblins ,
You stay starvin while I stay shinin ,
I watch how I move a snake with my fourth talon ,
But I aint a bird ,
If you think that you must be wildin ,
Chiselin my scythe's blade while the wolves howlin ,
Try to counterfeit money but ya minds challenged ,
Smoke that grass without the dew frost ,
You came to ya house and said ya wife suckin who off ,
I’ll Knock ya face off ya bone structure with the burna ,
Cut ya brains memory off with mathematics ,
to make kid is a slow learner ,
Cuz I’ll burn ya ,
Takin street science to make my slime cats into murderers ,
I aint concerned wit ya ,
Shoot ya hat off with the desert eeg (eeg/eagle) ,
Watch you trip over steps in your death is a pleasantry ,
Aint no way to measure me ,
Find a way to chop at ya dome to a steady beat ,
Put a vice on ya brain and drain the liquid ,
I stay sick wit it ,
See ya wife “sun”/son you like a “raisin” with the syphilis ,
Smoke a roach and blow rings that make you reminisce ,
Then you wonder when I’m endin this…

Wondering when you’re gonna end this? Don’t take it to heart,
Regarding battle rapping, It’s more of a wait til ya start,
So you’re not gunz vs gunz now? No bustin weapons?
New name, new identity as a fuckin lemon?
Well I got a shotty, and physics class taught me a couple lessons,
You’re from Mass, Flow, so you can get a slug per second,
How many people believe you’re a gangster? None,
End up in a trunk for thinking you’re a master-Don,
Maybe I’m too quick to judge on your image theme,
Don Flows, not a criminal, don’t be sippin lean,
Don Flows, not the type to put out hits for green,
It’s Don Flows, king of the McDonalds drinks machine

I'm not influenced by you and your raps ,
You the second type of dude I heard today on somethin wack ,
I got stacks of dough and you got stacks of pringle chips ,
You lookin at the epitomy of flow ,
Pretty cat with the gold ,
You? ,
I seen you in the streets walkin on the road ,
Tryin to get to ill lyricism but your left in the cold ,
No? ,
Tell me something new that you wanna try to do ,
Massacring me is a oddity ,
Somethin you can’t do outta the blue ,
I’ll bring the vibes to you ,
Put you in critical condition when I beat you half to death ,
You’ll see the light on the other side after I blast the tech ,
After the room gets quiet ,
Pop that thang at ya face ,
You can’t eat me ,
Forget your diet and your weight ,
I aint afraid ,
Game head ,
Gears of war ,
rapid fire to ya frame ,
You couldn’t slay me even if I asked for pain

You have a frail n small mind,
You get called the GOAT and it means the gayest of all time,
No joke, you're gay, every day, all day,
When you Photoshop your Dad's face onto a body builder, it's foreplay,
You wear sailor costumes with no pants, what the fuck?
I'd try draw you out again with a bill but I know Don'll duck,
I'll box you up left foot forward or unorthodox it's, when I check ya jaw it turns to orthodontics,
Ya know cuz a check is a tick, that's something you definitely missed n it's not a hard one,
When I gotta repeat it for you to understand it, it's a par-don,
You are far gone, your music's wack, shit beats, no bars,
On paper you've been put in box after box, so I won't be surprised if Flow charts

The size of the mist is sudden ,
Rise like the sun but under cover ,
High horizons in the cold ,
Real soldiers don't put spoils inside of the rose ,
You? ,
I down size my foes ,
Gold winner ,
you love mixed choices ,
well I only sell cold winters ,
Yes I buck all sinners ,
Slip past my base ,
and I'll bake ya gas like old freight trains ,
Aint nothin new but the nikes and the flutes ,
and prolly the ape apparel ,
I'm vicious cousin ,
and the guage will scare you ,
Holy lord might nightmare you ,
Pull a heist in the mist of the double oh seven cradle ,
Go back to hell where you came from ,
Take a chunk out your lung