Topic - Killshot (Remix)

Hello LilMan
What a shame you're just not at my pace
Had to wake up to your ugly ass face
On Instagram/ Damn
See I rap with so much grace
When I’m done with you there won't even be a trace/
Took your momma out on a couple dates
Made it all the way to home base
Talking shit? Gonna end up as a cold case
Put your ass right above my fire place
When you die I'll be right behind Hells gates like, “Hello bitch, home awaits”
Alabama , Indiana, Montana, it don’t Matta where you move
I'm still better than ya in all 50 states
Woah Bro, Slow down Hoe
You think you're on my level? No
You own shitty flow
You fuckin parasite/ All you do is bark you don't even bite
But I do and I got an appetite/
Outwrite you every single night little bitch think you're better ? Not quite/ unlike yours/ my futures too bright/ I'm super duper dope/ you're the corny white/
Along with the Napoleon Dynamite sounding look alike/
This is your funeral not a fight/ People say “Topics tight”/
How can you be a dick and a pussy at the same time?
Oh shit! You're a hermaphrodite/
Never say my mother fucking name bitch I’ve been the shit/
How’s life being that tall dick? Yeah I bet it's Lit/ little shit/ here’s where it gets tricky/ I do more psychedelics than a hippie/
But the fact you think you're better than me is even more trippy/ Get the fuck off my dick/ you'll never be this witty/ I'll chill with Dax/ C-Mac can keep Gibby/ I got my mountain with me and to think/
I put you under my wing and gave you benefit of the doubt/ Now I know why your daddy walked out/ Quit talking shit on what you know nothing about/ Admit you’re throwing a fit cuz you want Clout/
I ain't done son I'm just getting started
How come all your songs sound like you pressed record and farted?/ if you ever believe you hold a candle to me kid you're mentally retarded/ I was killing shit in kindergarten/
You're terribly embarrassing/ you and me? Not a single similarity/ I listen to your music if I wanna laugh hysterically/ aye but real shit tho bro/ you really need some therapy/ thinking you could go toe to toe with a rarity/ the difference between me and you? Well, I'm quality/ you're quantity/ you never ever had a shot at me/ not even possibly/ hoe/ I'm a fucking prodigy/ someone call Hop/ I'm written in the prophecy/ kid keeps killing it constantly/ music is a drug and I'm fucking addicted/ you ain't just admit it/ in your dreams so vivid/ So quick witted/ if you thought you did this shit better you got it twisted/ I don't play but I'm Wicked/ someone please call the cops for this mothafuckon murder I've committed/
Yes, Mr.Swim? Please, come in! Hmmm, where to begin? What brings you to the looney bin? Is it/ cuz/ I get under your skin? Only time you get close to mine is if I put my balls on your Chinny, chin chin/ Don't have to pick up a pen to prove that I win/ Macaulay Kulkin lookin' twin/ Threaten me with a gun? Son I'll bring a Chainsaw, RIN RIIN!
I don't hang around Yes Men
So Cameron Swim, Can Ya Swim
In the water cuz it's only getting hotter/ lookie kids! Another wannabe/ I slaughtered thee/ honestly/ you gotta be at least THIS tall to bother me/ Rolling comes gonna smoke your bones/ sorry sport gotta get grown/ shoulda stayed Home Alone/ You're not a rapper even after you bought a microphone/ that wasn't a Diss or a shitty poem/ Topic fan/ Look like lil xan/ listen Cam/ Gonna diagnose you with Little Man Syndrome/ Oooh Who woulda known? Deep down I know you feel a lotta Doubt|-/ See you shaking now you're Stressed Out |-/ So quit throwing up Gang signs/ like you're fooling anyone with your lame lines/ I break spines/ you suck shit/ heard it through the grape vine/ You wouldn't beat me if you wrote rhymes for 80 lifetimes/ Dumbass ignored the warning signs/ Bitch I'm only getting bigger/ Definition of a Crestline critter/ aren't you still in School?? Where's your babysitter? “Fucked your bitch blindfold?” Stupid liar/ I'm a spitter/ Wonder why your souls bitter/ Is it cuz I'm with your Bitch getting Dome with her?/ Whoo!/ What a cold winter! Couldn't touch me with Killshot/ Its fucking March and I'm still Hot/ How Many whack bars you got? A lot. The day you get my spots, the day Snoop Dog stops smoking pot/ So come close to see we have nothing in common/ speak up bitch I can't hear you talking/ they compare me to Hopsin/ Run your mouth with not a lotta walking/ Say you'll spray? Yeah okay/ You'll be long forgotten/ Boy, I know a Crip plotting to put a bullet in your noggin with your mommy watchin/ If you really want to get it Poppin/or your other option but you better be at least a beast at boxing/ looking like my disciple/ and I put that in the Bible/ Not competition just a fan in denial/ Feels like the second coming everybody waiting for my arrival/ How does it feel to be suicidal because of your idol, now your rival?/ This is how you Killshot no chance of survival or revival and that's final! Oh, and one more thing, no ones clicking shit if it's got your name in the title/ kill you leave your body for the maggot
So shut your mouth you fucking fa-