Hate Crime (Ouija Macc Diss)

[Intro]
Get over here!

[Verse: Playboy the Beast]
Straight out of prison, I said fuck it, I'm committin' a murder
Li'l Ouija Macc 'bout to get clapped by this lyrical burner
Muriatic acid in a thermos get splashed on his epidermis
I tell him to stop squirmin' and strap him up to a tourniquet
Inserting the hypodermic needle into his sternum
Inject him with tranny fluid exterminatin' this vermin
When it's time to dispose of him, I'ma burn him in the furnace
Or toss him in a wood chipper and turn that bitch up to burgers
With these other pedophiles and all them transgender perverts
If trans women arе real women, why they got no cеrvix?
You got not bars, ain't got no reach so you ain't got no service
You got no purpose to your life, your whole existence is worthless
You a piece of shit, and you know that you can't
Fuck with these Street Soldiers and PB's, we be rollin' in tanks
Fuckin' J the only time you going hard in the paint
Your shit is janky, you a sellout, ask Choirboy Dank
Ain't no escapin' when I catch this Bilbo Baggins lookin' faggot
Vapin' freebasin' with J, they both naked in Joseph basement
I place a case of cold Faygo inside of a shirt and cave his face in
Ain't no paint upon my face, an 8 Legz mask like I was Jason
I'm not afraid to be hated, I'm still gon' say the word faggot
You can try to cancel me and be pissed off that I say it
Anything can be offensive, it's the way that you take it
But when I see you, I'ma twist your fuckin' neck 'til I break it
I run up on him, snatch his phone, and call his mama up on FaceTime
Beat his ass for being gay and watch him make me commit hate crimes
Tell me why this little pussy tryin' to fuck 'round with a canine
Let him know the Beast is back, and I am here to break spines
Like I'm Scorpion, "Get over here!" Blood covers the skies
I'm stabbing his torso seventeen times and remove his insides
'Cause everything he represents is the same shit I despise
So I'ma cover him in gas and then burn Ouija alive
Yo I don't ever start no wars, but I'm ready for when it comes
You know you had this shit coming 'cause you was bumpin' your gums
Ain't worth the bullet, pistol whip you with the butt of the gun
This nigga lookin' like a dried-up infected bubble of cum
Yo, I'm only here to kill this bitch and chew bubble gum
And I'm all out of gum, so brace yourself, 'cause here it comes
I'm sendin' so many shots at you that it's gon' blacken the sun
You pass it, nobody want to battle, I'm too tactical, son
These rappers shook like baby rattles, I'm extractin' his tongue
Then forcin' my fist down his esophagus and snatch out his lungs
Fuckin' with me? You and what army? Best be packin' a lunch
I sever his head off with an army knife and hack at the stump
I'm 'bout to make this pussy bleed like it's that time of the month
Don't smoke trees, but I got li'l Ouija rolled in a blunt
Gon' need more than a squeegee mop for all these puddles of blood
'Cause I'm a psycho, punch you 'til you blurry, Puddle of Mudd
The only time this pussy hard is when he's rappin' a verse
Or when he sees his tranny girlfriend, that's a man with a purse
There ain't no tellin' what he'd do for a handful of Percs
I pull up on him in all black, I'm in a van full of murks
Don't try to backpedal now, I'm never settlin' down
So when you see me in real life, just keep that energy, pal
Don't get it twisted, though, you know I got much love for the clowns
But anybody can get it if this shit really goes down
Yo how the fuck you actin' hard when punk/ass/bitch your pronouns?
We can skip this rappin' shit, just knuckle up and throw down
Juggalos come gather 'round, I'll leave him under the ground
If he signs on the dotted line, he won't last, not a single round
Wanna speak to Ouija Macc, boy you gon' need a Ouija board
'Cause little Ouija dissed on PB's and got sent to the morgue
You little Sméagol-lookin' fuck, cut your head off with my sword
Get stomped to the floor, I'll piss on your sarcophagus doors
I'll bash his face in with a Tall Boy if he's caught at a store
He's softer than s'mores, I'm trippin' like I'm off of them spores
I'll squeeze his neck so fuckin' hard the blood gon' course through his pores
I'm drinkin' the blood of fallen enemies, my confidence soars
I'll snatch this scrawny little beta out his Honda Accord
And stab him seventeen times up in his vocalist cords
Wait for that shit to start healin' then rip open the sores
There ain't no sneak dissin' here, I'll bring it straight to the source

[Outro]
Flawless victory