The Beta Tracks : Beast Hunter (Boil Response)

Verse 1

Look, I open up the track and watch you crumble like reese's,

You're a joke of a human being falling to pieces,

Copying my hook like a pathetic little groupie,

Thinking you're a heavy hitter acting all moody!

You stepped into my web and now you're stuck in the corner,

A generic-ass wannabe, a digital mourner!

Talking 'bout a kennel and a wild-ass animal?

Man, you're looking like a clown in a flannel!

How you gonna bust out of a cage when I've got the lock?

I'm the one who holds the key, I'm the one who holds the stock!

You're barking at the shadows, you're a flea-bitten mutt,

With your tail between your legs and your head in the rut!

You think you're getting clever with your multi-syllables,

While I'm dissecting your career and breaking down your principles!

You're a product of the internet, a fabricated clone,

Sitting in your bedroom, talking tough on the phone!

Chorus

Back against the wall, you've got nowhere left to run,

Thought you were a killer, now you're crying in the sun!

Choking on the metal of the leash that I control,

You're a hollowed-out shell with an empty-ass soul!

Back against the wall, you've got nowhere left to run,

Thought you were a killer, now you're crying in the sun!

Choking on the metal of the leash that I control,

You're a hollowed-out shell with an empty-ass soul!

Verse 2

Let's talk about your verses, man, they're absolute trash,

You write 'em on a napkin while you're smoking up ash!

You rhymed "flannel" with "channel" and thought you were slick?

You're a kindergarten rapper with a pacifier stick!

You brought up some hoes like it's denting my armor,

While you're sitting in the dirt like a miserable farmer!

Pacing back and forth inside your makeshift enclosure,

Waiting for the executioner to come and bring closure!

Every time you lunge, I just tighten up the tether,

We are not cut from the same kind of leather!

You're a house pet pretending to be wolf of the wild,

Acting all vicious while you're acting like a child!

You steal my whole layout because your brain is completely fried,

Nowhere left to run, nowhere left for you to hide!

Keep scratching at the door, keep whining at the wire,

I'm throwing gasoline on your kennel and setting fire!

Chorus

Back against the wall, you've got nowhere left to run,

Thought you were a killer, now you're crying in the sun!

Choking on the metal of the leash that I control,

You're a hollowed-out shell with an empty-ass soul!

Back against the wall, you've got nowhere left to run,

Thought you were a killer, now you're crying in the sun!

Choking on the metal of the leash that I control,

You're a hollowed-out shell with an empty-ass soul!

Verse 3

Round two is a massacre, look at you cowering,

Your confidence is fading and your little soul is souring!

You thought a borrowed hook was gonna elevate your status?

Now you're just another tragic victim of my malice!

I'm locking down the latch, I'm welding shut the door,

You ain't ever barking in this battle anymore!

So curl up on the blanket in your miserable cage,

While I rip up your script and burn the fucking page!

You're done, you're finished, you're a footnote, a speck,

With my boot on your throat and my chain round your neck!

Take it in, swallow it, choke on the truth,

You're a toothless old dog barking out of a booth!

So fuck your weak verses, fuck your pathetic pride,

In the back of my mind, you already died!

Chorus

Back against the wall, you've got nowhere left to run,

Thought you were a killer, now you're crying in the sun!

Choking on the metal of the leash that I control,

You're a hollowed-out shell with an empty-ass soul!

Back against the wall, you've got nowhere left to run,

Thought you were a killer, now you're crying in the sun!

Choking on the metal of the leash that I control,

You're a hollowed-out shell with an empty-ass soul!