The October Crisis

[Hook]
I run in the bands, got that lean cup cause I never be sober
If you mess with the man, it's rest in peace Mr. October
You is a loser, no Ferris Bueller, you is just a wack user
Internet abuser, this October Crisis, call yourself an uber!

[Verse One]
DJ Khaled shoulda warned this nigga, I come with (another one)
Yeah, everybody know One Dance and Views, Billboard number ones
And you is just probably a Drake stan who is over excited
But you should just jump off a cliff or something, you was uninvited
Alright, now we down to business, it's been a good year for Drizzy
But as God as my witness, everybody else busy
Going up on a Tuesday, If You Reading This It's Too Late
Fuck with me, it's your doomsday, only thing you got is some toothpaste
Face worn like a shoelace, I can really knock you over
I turn you to a rollercoaster, July I'm killing October
Views was disses then lullabies, how many times you gon' cross the line
You listen to Drake like it's storytime, you ain't sharp, no porcupine
You should just change the chapter, more than a Degrassi actor
But less then you make him seem, I mean he a pretty good rapper
Mr. October asshurt, break him down, make his back hurt
He gon' need a chiropractor, I swear to God this boy backwards
He get insulted by bad words, well fuck he say Drake his mentor
He been writing all the scripts? Ask PARTYNEXTDOOR
Ask Quentin Miller himself, that's why Drake got him expelled
Who wrote Thank Me Later? Prolly OVO clientele
You can go ahead, try and tell, I ain't never givin' up to it
Lotta rappers livin' up to it, but October had to get stuck to it
You say he better than Jay Z? You see the backlash aftermath
Other things he do balderdash, you only dick rided cause of Back To Back
Bitch we get it, you tryna be 6 side, Drizzy good but you ain't got to dick ride
That's why your girl complain about dick size, you ain't smart, what you do, get high?
Only tings you saying's that bitch talk, shoot a movie with your girl, Hitchcock
Bet this nigga think he been a big shot, nigga ruined HotNewHipHop
I was in my Gucci flip-flops, now I'm out here tryna diss lots
A lot of people on my side now, forreal October in gritlock
He been sayin' that he did lots, he gon' fuck around and get shot
Comin' round with that dead lock, put October in a head lock...

[Hook]
I run in the bands, got that lean cup cause I never be sober
If you mess with the man, it's rest in peace Mr. October
You is a loser, no Ferris Bueller, you is just a wack user
Internet abuser, this October Crisis, call yourself an uber

[Beat Switch]

[Verse Two]
Now look who in control
When you this high up, gotta look below
Over the summer, you turnt overgrown
I'm over all your OVO
Come through and I'll expose a fake
Actin' like you really knowin' Drake
I'll play a partner like a xylophone
Kill a fake fan, no microphone
This verse your suicide note
Murder she wrote, no, I wrote
Call your girl, you get the dial tone
Star 69'd, now she my hoe
Oh, yeah, this hard to handle
Everybody out looking for a scandal
Mr. October in shambles
Mess with me make your brain scramble
Done enough for me to find your area code
Make a Drizzy dickrider have an episode
Monochrome, your voice monotone
Gotta knock you down like a domino
Talking about October's Very Own
Say you the biggest fan but you barely known
Isis inside your iridocyclitis
JC Assassin give you the October Crisis...

[Hook]
I run in the bands, got that lean cup cause I never be sober
If you mess with the man, it's rest in peace Mr. October
You is a loser, no Ferris Bueller, you is just a wack user
Internet abuser, this October Crisis, call yourself an uber