Down for whatever

I'm so ill, people avoid me like I got diseases
Cuz they already know Imma make ‘em rot to pieces
You can’t top my speeches with your petty rhymes
Feel like I've said this shit way too many times
On the mic, I'm like King Kong
Tell a dyke I’m cool with her, but feel free to suck my ding dong
Just meet me in the back of the record store
Wreck this whore till my neck is sore and she beg for more
We in a hectic war, it's gotta end, drop the pen
I'm here tonight with a lot of friends, do not attend
Or you're gonna flop again, tryna take revenge
And don't ever expect us to make amends
You say you only listen to “real hip hop”
And everytime you hear a new rapper, you get pissed off
Cuz our shit's hot, you a big flop, no longer relevant
I'm intelligent, elegant, but you're delicate