Alpha

Y’all say you trending now
I say how far d’you have to fall
To click on your own song to get views I gotta call
The BS police on this ‘cause you short but your stories tall
Welcome to the rap hall
Of embarrassing cheesiness
I got people dissing me, even Dr@ko, why y’all doing this?
You made a Nazi themed album why and you claim to be a striking
Force? Like a storm trooper I’ll invade your trench, Feigling
That means coward you little no life
Can’t handle no strife
I’ll stick a knife
In the guts of my enemies
I have y’all where I want y’all perennially
Produce nothing but the best y’all rapping elementary
And I’m talking third grade bruh
Even I knew in third grade that Nazis were evil huh?
Call yourself a Nazi? Boy you perfect for the KKK
I’m white but even I see your words and I say no way way way
Talking about how you from the hood boy you say that there and you won’t live to see another day day day
I’ve had brothers in the streets end up dead dead dead
People who gotta work hundreds of hours for a little bread bread bread
You calling yourself OJ, you mistook the gender, I’m OJ and you’re his wife instead
I’m a juggernaut
I talk about real life
You talking about jugs raveling yourself into a knot
I only bite when I have to, but you got
Me up in a fever you say you cool that’s aight I’m hot
You say you dope and I say not
You’re the type to talk trash and then whimper when he gets copped
I grew up suffering it made me strong when I got mocked
I know how to take a line and send it back
Only diss you ever make is calling men women
Ironic since women are stronger than men and that’s a fact
Wish I was a woman because I’m giving birth to a track
That’ll rip you to shreds I’m ahead you won’t catch up
I’m way too fast
I leave you behind lyrically I’m running laps
Please answer, you’re running to a trap
Trap beat to trap a deadbeat
Excuse for a rapper this race to the finish is a dead heat
Honestly so fire y’all dead from the heat
LaughingJack6 is my homegirl I got no beef
With her, but you want it with me, you must be high
I got the green, you on the green, I got the light
I just need to light your blunt
What in high heaven is this screwed up publicity stunt?
I am the Alpha, you are the theta, boy you a little runt
Boy I really don’t find no fun
In doing this but I’ve allowed you to go on long enough
Unchecked like my homework
Your skill like my homework in seventh grade, never showed up
Maybe I’ll never blow up
Maybe I’ll never do well and you’ll be the one to rise to fame
But you’ll never forget who sonned you
I owned you in a diss track
You only got yourself to blame
From now on, until you retract your statement, for you daddy is my name
Or maybe call me Brad Pitt
Cause I am inglorious
Carve you up with your on words
I’m known for my high pitched voice and absolute destruction
Of beats I’m notorious
With the freestylers of la Roma and Doctores
I’ma bring you pain yo te traigo Dolores
Kinda like Umbridge, in the fifth book
You’d have to be a zombie to get back from this, call you undead
Cause I’m leaving you dead now I’m done with this