This is fire. It's like an album full of Chloraseptic Remix
Everybody got shots:
Vince Staples and 21 savage:
Full magazine could take Staples out
Savage, but ain't thinking 'bout no bank account
Wack nikkas:
Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne
I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name
I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a number two
And dump on you if you ain't Joyner
If you ain't Kendrick or Cole
Or Sean then you're a goner
Die antwoord:
I know there's people that are pissed about the way I misprounouced a name
"DIE ANTWOORD!"
fukk! I still can't say the shyt
But how quickly they forget who the fukk I was
Now Ninja try to duck my slugs to let ya girl get fukked by Muggs
I'd like to give a shout to Cypress
This can't be real,
you dissed me and I was just tryin' to give you a shout
Now get the fukk out my rhyme book
Ja Rule:
God forbid I forget, go and jump out the window, somebody better child-proof it
'Cause if I lose it we can rewind to some old Ja Rule shyt
And I can remind motherfukkers I'll do shyt
Drake:
I got a couple of mansions, still I don't have any manners
You got a couple of ghost writers but to these kids it don't actually matter
They asking me "What the fukk happened to hip-hop?"
I said "I don't have any answers"
'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album, it hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers
MGK:
Oh, you run the streets, huh?
Now you wanna come and fukk with me, huh?
This little cock-sucker, he must be feeling himself
He wants to keep up
His tough demeanor, so he does a feature
Decides to team up with Nina
But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne if you wanna come at me with a sub-machine gun
And I'm talking to you but you already know who the fukk you are, Kelly
I don't use sublims and sure as fukk don't sneak-diss
But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie
I keep on telling motherfukker, bytches, in case you forgot
Really I need jaw memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
I respond, rarely but this time Shady 'bout to sound off like a fukking cocked semi Glock
Demi god, let me put a silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy, cornball taking shots at me
You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew
Obviously, I'm not getting through
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a hard shell
Put a motherfukking heart in bigger than Bizarre's belly
Only time you'll ever say, I lost
You'll be talking 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
Just to try to get me off and you better hope I
don't call Trick Trick
bytch, this shyt don't fly in our city
Punk, you don't disrespect OG's, R.I.P. Prodigy
Charlemagne:
You'd swear to God I've forgot I'm the guy that made "Not Afraid"
One last time for Charlemagne
If my response is late, it's just how long it takes
To hit my fukkin' radar, I'm so far away
Budden:
Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he better fasten it
Or have his body baggage zipped
The closest thing he's had to hits is smacking bytches
Akademiks:
And don't make me have to give it back to Akademiks
Say this shyt is trash again, I'll have you twisted like you had it when you thought you had me slippin' at the telly
Even when I'm gettin' brain, you'll never catch me with a thot
Tyler:
Tyler create nothing, I see why you called yourself a fakkit, bytch
It's not just 'cause you lack attention
It's 'cause you worship D12's balls, you're sac-rilegious
If you're gonna critique me, you better at least be as good or better
Get Earl, the Hooded Sweater, whatever his name is to help you put together some words, more than two letters
More Drake:
All I know is I wrote every single word of everything I ever murdered
Time to separate the sheep from goats
And I got no faith in your writers, I don't believe in ghosts
Lord Jamar:
And as far as Lord Jamar, you better leave me the hell alone
Or I'll show you an Elvis clone
Walk up in this house you own
Brush my pelvic bone
You should tell a phone and go fetch me the remote
Put my feet up and just make myself at home
I belong here, clown!
Don't tell me 'bout the culture
I inspire the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh
Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat, pissed and moaned, but I'm not gonna fall... bytch!
Somebody, not sure who?:
I heard your freestyle on Shade 45, that shyt was embarrassing
There is no way we ever hear that shyt again, I guarantee
That way, that shyt was so ass, it's something we wouldn't dare re-air it
More Drake 
:
Put me on a track, I go cray on it like a color book
You got some views, but you're still below me
Mine are higher so when you compare our views, you get overlooked
And I don't say the hook unless I wrote the hook
And now I'm just freestylin' in the vocal booth
And you know I've always spoke the truth
You lyin' through your teeth so much, you broke a tooth
And it ain't somethin' I need a phone to do
When I say I can't wait 'til I get ahold of you
And I don't know what I'm s'posed to do
Line up the rappers, take my pic like a photo shoot
Brehs compared to Revival this is
Kamikaze has people shook
