$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