Deathmatch

[Intro: Fat Nick]
Ayo, Lil Mexico, pass the gas

[Verse 1]
I heard you counterfeit
You ain't ’bout the shit
You just stealing styles
You ain't down to rip
The whole stage down end up face down
Tryna front on me you'll have a breakdown
Like a greyhound I’m always on the move
Always breaking rules
Might eat yo plate of food
Rappers hella fake
They wearing fake jewels
In the videos
Flashing fake tools
Oh you Instagram famous you the man now
Probably in yo momma's basement popping xans now
When the shit pop off then it's Man Down
Thought you was a tough guy-you was just playing around
Copy what you watching on the phone right
Try that on me it'll be a long night
I'm calling fake shit out yeah it's on sight
If you rapping after me bitch get your own mic

[Verse 2]
Ain't no stopping me
Ain't no stopping me
Yeah Bitch this what it’s gotta be
Fake rappers get the fuck up off my property
Yeah this shit is going down like monopoly
All I see is the hypocrisy
The way I’m talkin' you would think I had Ciroc in me
But I’m focused like an eagle just keep watching me
When it's time to eat Ima eat ain't no blocking me
Got a part in me
Ima part the sea
Like a part of me
From the Odyssey
None of these rappers hard as me
All of ya wanna target me
All of y'all logic backwards
And All of y’all backwards logically
My dead homies proud of me
How many in the crowd agree?
Let's put an end to the bullshit
I'm on some Ghost in the muthafuckin' Shell shit
I'm goin' viral like the Blair Witch
When I show up hold up don't get scared bitch