Revelations

A play boy, yeah the fucking Juggalo
I mean, the chopper, right?
No, the MAGA rapper
The MAGA rapper, right?
Oh, he's Creek Squad now
Ah, shit, it's Playboy
My man doping and shit
Church Scrabble, he's the first one throwing his fist

He's such a Creek Squad rider when he rolls in his bitch
But quick question, does Ryan even know you exist?
You fucking dork
Maybe you could face that a personality
I bring a step ladder when you battle me
A school shooter, I do it to him
He's losing all his faculties
Church don't want a war, so he's standing in the cavalry
Oh, Lordy, seven hands

I guess this means battle
Bunch of snakes in the grass trying to get me rattled
I put this pig on a spit with this big green apple
And paint the ceilings with his brains like the Sistine Chapel
You went from hardcore, that didn't work, became a Juggalo
Failed at that, then became MAGA rap
Fucking dope
So maybe being a chivalrous cunt for Ryan Upturned
Will put you in a position to finally get your stuff heard, me

I just bodied his ass
He barely put up a fight
He just got in the bag
Now we drop dumb shit like a colostomy
Committing murder any further if I hop on the track
He never met him, but praised Ryan when typing his words
That boy hollering them scriptures they reciting in church
You worship a false god, hope fighting for him will work
Just a shame

You gonna have to meet your idol in the dirt
Ryan back inside the studio, trying his little heart out
He on his second try
Maybe he'll get a bar out
The general consensus that I'm better
Than you, at this point, I've got nothing better to do
All the Kree squad saying that you're doper than him
It must be nice to have them folks all consoling his skin
You need your fans reassurance to keep the ego intact

You debate if you got a body, bitch, I know that I did
And now he's fucking with the demons
Someone call him up a deacon
He ain't scared till that holy water leaking
Said he ain't shaking till that shotty go to pepper his ribs
Salty fuck, now he on the table seizing
Obese man, I killed dad and moved in his place
Now mad at me
Instead of the guy that drew on his face

And when you holler, Kree squad, you sound stupid and fake
Another wave you gonna ride that we currently ain't
Man, I don't need a double time or jumble a bunch of rhymes
About four bars in, still nothing that's come to mind
Leave the fits when I'm dropping my diss
Rebuttal mine
I'm well-rounded off the top, like I'm writing the number nine, am the one
Ten toes down, one under five
The 11th hour

Jumping in now, I'm uninspired
Officer Ryan, I think that we batted someone you hired, fuck 12
You probably helped him
Covered the wire
I'm not what he said
You a gangster with guts or a proud American?
Bandana or a Confederate flag?
What is your heritage?
I just need to know the name of the carcass that I've been tearing in

Or at least the cemetery he gets buried in
I'ma keep it in buck
Two types of rap is about to meet in the mud
First there's me, then there's people who suck
Kree squad, send your best
I think it's cute you think you're leaving the duck
While Ryan abandons the ship
Skin, I think they were fucked
They've yet to throw a single punch

I've been beating them up
That boy lying likes them, but I've been feeding them slugs
Next time he roll up, it be his feet in the rug
Certificate cause of death reads the reason is us
Break his back from the side, he get hit in the ribs
Like he drop the CDs, he'll be missing a nits
He think he live, he get kicked, he put you in the shit
I clean the top quick, bitch, you ain't conditioned for this

Come to the facts and settle this
You are going to die
You will leave planet Earth
I know you think that you're going to live forever, are you prepared
In a still place that you must deal with one day
Somebody, my friend, died this way