No Gas ( Boil Response )

Intro

Yeah. Fuck that old hook.

You thought we were gonna recycle that lazy shit three times?

Nah. We switching the frequency.

Pay attention.

Verse 1

Yo, you stepped in the ring with a fake-ass swagger and a rented-out chain

Talking 'bout breaking cages, man, you're mentally deranged

Tryna flip my words like you invented the page

You're a psychiatric patient having fits in a cage

With your dollar-store venom and your paper-thin skin

Every battle that you enter is a game you can't win

You barked about a kennel like a rabid-ass hound

'Til I put you on a leash and dragged your ass to the ground

You said I rhyme "flannel" with "channel"? That's elementary, kid

I'll write a verse so complex it belongs in an intensive care clinic

You're a generic-ass gimmick, a pathetic little mimic

With a ceiling made of glass and a ceiling you exceeded? Nah, you hit it, you split it

You're finished before you even started to spit it

You're a glitch in the Matrix, a mistake that they admitted

You talk about a stool while I'm lounging on a throne?

Bitch, your whole career is built on a borrowed microphone!

New Hook

You're a glitch in the system, a flash in the pan

A internet clown trying hard to look grand

Keep talking that trash 'cause you're out of your depth

I'm carving your name on the edge of the step!

Yeah, you thought you had bars, but you're running outta breath

Walking straight into a lyrical death!

Verse 2

Let's talk about your flows, man, they're softer than a feather

You weathered every storm? Bitch, you melt in the weather

You're comparing yourself to an eagle in the sky?

More like a turkey on Thanksgiving waiting just to fucking die

You stutter on your syllables, you fumble with your vowels

While I'm stepping on your neck and collecting all the towels

You called my pen dry? Look at the ink on this paper

I'm a seasoned executioner, you're a five-minute fader

You think you're running laps around the track in a mile?

You're running in reverse with a goofy-ass smile

Choking on your spit, tripping over your own feet

Trying to find a rhythm on a basic-ass beat

You brought up my ego like it's fragile as glass?

I'll take that eagle metaphor and shove it up your ass

You're a shadow of a shadow, an echo in a cave

Digging up your own dirt to prep your own grave!

New Hook

You're a glitch in the system, a flash in the pan

A internet clown trying hard to look grand

Keep talking that trash 'cause you're out of your depth

I'm carving your name on the edge of the step!

Yeah, you thought you had bars, but you're running outta breath

Walking straight into a lyrical death!

Verse 3

Now the third round's hitting and you're gasping for air

Looking like a frightened little deer in the glare

Of the spotlight, headlights, shining bright on your shame

You don't even got the credentials to be mentioning my name

You're a background extra in a movie about losers

A punching bag for veterans and casual abusers

I dissected every bar, every weak-ass line

You tried to steal my thunder, but the lightning is mine

So pack up your bags, take your cheap flannel back

And crawl right back online to your miserable shack

Because you're done, you're cooked, you're an absolute joke

Just another internet clown who went up in smoke

I'm dropping the mic, let the coffin lid close

Another victim of the massacre I bring to these hoes!

Outro Hook

You're a glitch in the system, a flash in the pan

A internet clown trying hard to look grand

Keep talking that trash 'cause you're out of your depth

I'm carving your name on the edge of the step!

Yeah, you thought you had bars, but you're running outta breath

Walking straight into a lyrical death!

(Beat cuts out abruptly with the sound of a microphone dropping on the hardwood floor)