Does This One Really Need A Title?

Yo
Do I really need a title for this one?

Okay, this one goes out to all the rappers out there
The fucks that thing what they write is a song
No story, no lesson, no emotion nor aggression
Can't seem to make a connection
All these pricks just want attention
Shoutin' in a mic ain't a song
Pure ass, weak as sugar glass
From pricks who finish last in class
Hubida Mabada Labada Palama
Jinx, Sphinx, Lynx, kits, it's lit
No it's not, not one bit
In fact, it's shit, not a hit
Make a song that's legit
Stand in front of the mic and spit
If not, fuck off get down and sit
Watch the masters, you're just lucky
You ain't a rapper, nor is Tucky
This scrap about to get mucky
Your songs lack quality

I'm sorry Mason Hodge but you fucked my lyrics up
You helped me write at the start, thank fuck I chose to depart
Now you write bars and spit them like it's a funeral
Not a single fucking lyric you say is hurtful
We were fine until you dissed me
Don't fucking disrespect me
I ain't no Eminem but I definitely ain't no JP
I'm talking about the insane, Jacob Payne
Man's bars so lame, he's in love with the fame
He don't give a fucking shit about the game
I spray shame upon him as my throne I reclaim
The King of My Own Nation I became
I'm never the same, I'm the one who lit the flame
Put your portrait in a frame, burn it, and never return it
Nah man fuck it, fuck you, fuck Tucky, fuck the lucky
Fuck Jacob Payne, Fuck Hodge, he can't dodge nothing
Fuck Josh Buffing, fuck Leon Patrick, XALLO wasn't a classic
These people who write about nothing, then have the audacity to diss me
Well I got Downey, I got Gold, I got Samuel and I got Andy
I got Chris, I got Hugh, I got Logan and they come in handy
I was bad, I got good, you're lyrics are never understood
Because there mumble and there fucking shit
As shit as a party trick, flick this into the gist of things
General publicity is not putting fire to a tree
Set fire to your oven, house burnt down
Excuse to make a song, that's just wrong, fuck you and your song
This is long, and now I start to write my rhythms and raps
I come back, I attack and I don't lay back
I've got my pack and multiple others, in fact
On this track I write against the inconsiderate
Let's look at some of their lyrics shall we
Tucky said he fucked his sister in the back of a hearse
Hodge said he put a hamster in a prison cell, how exciting
Jacob Payne has a vendetta against biting
What the fuck, who's to blame, the man who's in love with Jane
The same Jane that left you because you never wrote something new

And now it's time to reverse this flash into whiplash
Let me show you how easy it is

Here I come, I become one, who shows you how it's done
Head down, I see a frown, it's because I'm in town
You're lyrics are dead, I lead them to the read
I did it first, I reverse, I put them in a church
Cop the clothes, no jokes and no growths
Here's a right hook and now your knocked out
Goodbye