Xersize - Death Certificate

It’s time you listen to me
You can sit your fucking ass back down in your seat
I’mma teach you to be humble, I don’t rumble in the streets
And I don’t run in with no gun but I be studying your beats
You can call me PMS cause I be bloodying your sheets
Put a period in your career you mumbling freaks
I may be a vegan but I’ll be having this beef
Deep into your jugular, I’ll bury my teeth
I’m starting to get sick of this, your shit is so ridiculous
Believe in what you say? I believe more in Saint Nicholas
Yachty, Xan, all them lil’ faggots fucking blow me
Feed them to the maggots, put them 6ix9ine feet below me
There is nothing you can show me that is worth my time, homie
All you ever do is sound auto-tuned and phony
When I’m all but done with you I promise that you gon’ be
Dying on your tour bus by an overdose and lonely
To be honest, I’m not the one to start shit
But I’m not the one to sit back when you tarnish
The legacy of rappers and all them old artists
That paved the way for you to do your bullshit from the start, bitch
You better show some fucking respect
This is serious, not your kindergarten recess
It’s kind of fitting since all you named Lil’
Because your shit belongs in a diaper, you’re not ill
You little younglings can consider me your teacher
I’m contemplating bodying you, so call a preacher
Get a real musician to write you your eulogy
There ain’t a thing any of you can ever do to me
Don’t you see? I’m not scared of you bastards
Nobody in the world believes that you’re gangsters
And you’re not sick on the mic, I’m sick of you types
You spit what you like and then you thinking you hype
I’m speaking for the culture that you almost killed, bitch
I take it on myself to flick your fucking killswitch
I put a stop to this madness, you can bank on it
If I allowed you to live, you better thank me for it
But I’m not done by a longshot, you ass clowns
I got a crosshair on your heads when you’re in my town
I more than frown on your choppy shit, you cocky pricks
You talked a lotta shit and now I gotta deal with this
I got more energy, more hatred that be left in me
And if you try to charge at me you’ll be left with a hefty fee
There ain’t no stopping when I’m popping off at the mouth
Challenging you wannabe rappers from North to South
I’m laying down an open invitation to all of you
Mumble-trap-yappy-wannabe-rapping-honey-boo-boo’s
I’m going through everybody like I’m Tebow
Spitting lyrical ammunition, I’m not a G, though
I make your weak ass crumble like a Cheeto
I take you on all at a time, Future is me though
Spraying with my Lil’ Uzi – killing Yung Lean, yo
You bitches better Mosey on fore I get mean, ho
You’re not worth more of my time, you just making noise
You better live up to your name, commit Suicideboys
Don’t feel flattered that you got any attention
Now follow in the footsteps of XXXTentacion

Written by:
Martin Möller

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