Killshot (Tabac Roule Diss)

Oh damn I ain't take my pills, bro
Oh shit, I ain't take my pills, bro It's getting kinda blurry
Oh shit

[VERSE 1]
I'm EM and you're Machine Gun Kelly, fasa3 bik wenti mezelet thawes el teli
Lyrically matnajamesh tcompari, nrappi b2ay lougha haw fi belek
Man faili fhata song, it's on motherfucker, messing with the wrong motherfucker
Go on and make a song and diss me, let's see if you're gone hit me, but trust me
You better be, one of the illest mfs in the industry with impeccable rhyme schemes
Incredible rhymes see, you better start running, incredible how weak your bars are
Lyrically we too far apart like earth and mars are, got your autopsy scheduled
Call it birth of a new don, the don (dawn) of a new era, come on, it's your shot
To prove that youre clever that you're better that you merit the title
It's vital that I kill you on the first diss cause I'm tryna focus on better things, me bitch
This whole diss, shit is a waste of time, a waste of rhymes, but wait
Am I, gonna let a a little twig, disrespect me, hell nah, this that killshot
I kid not, I'm finna blow your whole spot, surpass me think not
Fear Not, I'm gonna make it quick bitch
So allow me to kill it   this that villain, ya feelin me, grip the heater and make it rain
I keep it insane, elevate the dose and inject it straight into your brain
Hold on hold on, you thought i'mma do this whole diss without dropping any names
Ahahahah that's crazy man, now anyways let me get my list

[VERSE 2]
I'm fiending for blood like dracula
Spit that spectacular [PAUSE] better feel that rhythm
I might come off a little vicious, but best believe i ain't kidding when I say
I can murder these bitches  on your show which is a fact
In fact I never hold back, call me trigger happy, but right now
I'm far from happy I'm pissed so best put you vest on
Teflon won't do the trick make it Ti, See I keep the peace (piece)
Unless you do me dirty like that homie, then it's gone be rest in peace
Got it capeesh? this is a feast, homie gone eat cannibalistic when the mic is in reach
Fuck that lyrical miracle spiritual shit
This that serial killer shit, I ain't never dissed
But when I do, homie best believe it's the pinnacle
I ain't even started yet I ain't afraid to drop names
Yo Illbucks, yo yo what's happening
I heard it's temporary right, you bet yo ass it's temporary
I ain't talking about the song dummy I'm talking about your very
Own career, like damn get back homie, take a seat homie
Recede homie, you can't compete homie
Damn you got a lil buzz now you acting all tough
Talking bout you gone call back and it's all bluff
You don't ghost the OF, the illest of poets
Designing rhymes finer than Moet, that hit harder that Car Bombs
I'm blowing minds like Vietnam, I'm ready to murder these rappers
That's word to John Gacy, it don't phaze me grip the heat and I get to lacing call 197

I said call 197 it's homicide, better yet genocide from ABSY to 105, run and hide and
Homie I'm spitting (spit on) Acidic
Middle finger to the critic yes you fucking with it I don't give a shit who did it better
This a warning shot you dig it? Either call back and get back to business or I'mma drop the second one and you get hit with, the illest
Shit you ever listened to bitch then it's the death of you bitch
Get it? Got it? Alright

Oh and I'm just playing Ill Bucks you know I love you