Rap sucks now. Everyone scares to diss a fake ass Canadian nikka.
Even Kendrick ain't step up.
I tell 'em all to hail King Kendrick, resurrectin' my vengeance
Been dissectin' your motormouth, 'til I break down the engine
This ain't no warnin' shot, this a relevant henchman
See my opponent, then *smooch* cease your existence
Endin' our friendship, baby, I'd rather die alone
Your diaphragm is dietary, what you eatin' on?
Closest we got to it

The way Drake caught feelings after "Control" were signs I should have been paying attention to.
