If ya’ll can’t deliver on that mic, rappers
Stop addressing Hip Hop, ‘cause you miss the whole package
Don’t want to, but ya’ll forcing me to attack it
Bunch of actors, I’ll drop ‘em in an endless pit
Aint talking Brad, but I’ll do you like I was an inglorious bastard
Endless spit, end ya’ll with heat
Send ya’ll back home -like measuring; on your feet
If your lucky that is, ya’ll can’t tap this
Can’t rap like this, so fuck your list
Go against me, and I’ll make your mood depress like journalists
Your end is behind that mist, a hindsight wish
How your mind thinks and reminisces how life is
It’s actually quite modest, what I say, I’m just honest
Try standing up against me and I’ll make you fall like passing august
Fault is a definition ya’ll wear proudly like a fitted
Ya’ll couldn’t spit it, if your lyrics were nausea inflicted
It’s vicious, and a false realistic figment
People started to diss in general, so in a general segment
They generally referred to as pigs in cement
Mentioned in general as strange figures that are weakened
Next time don’t mention a General, ya’ll expendable
Expect a general onslaught if ya diss again in general
Ya’ll know it’ll be game over, race is over
This is a ride you can’t comprehend, 'cause we general motors