Allow me to re-arrange ya' organs, scrambled and twisted,
So they can match your posts that you call disses//
Ya' punching through air, cuz what your spittin' is missing//
You think your talkin' about my family, but your really Reminiscing//
Nigga listen, ya' sorry, pitiful towards the worst and all of the rest,
couldn't be dope if ya' set a curse upon yourself, just to be the best//
This flyweight needs to fly into a different direction, these fuqin' newbs keep challenging me, but its just enhancing my 'wins' collection//
My threads make the same connection, towards each election//
5-0's the theme, cuz my shit is 'hot' as if it came from texas//
Your jokin if you think you can affect this//
Couldn't cancel me from this script if you happened to eject this//
Cuz I'm too smart and clever, I bring pain and terror//
It says "Hot shit" at the title, hmmm... there must be an 'Ill Error'//