$krrt Cobain - La Misère

Don't you dare start a beef unless you talking 'bout boxin'

I'ma put you in the dirt and you can pick out your coffin

Formaldehyde in my blunts and I ain't even coughing

Put ya team on the bench, now y'all sit n' jus' gossip

My whole team fulla bosses, and that makes you real nauseous

You jus' mad and you jealous 'cause I cut off my losses

Why you mad, motherfucka? 'Cause I'm better than you

Yo whole click can suck my dick, they know better than to

Throwing dirt on my name, I'll throw dirt on ya grave

Got my dick in ya mouth and you must like the taste

Boy you all cap just like the store Lids

Talkin' big shit, on the low you a bitch