[Part I] Yo, ayo, ayy, ayy, ayy, Joyner It's time to go home, sir, it's over Nah, this shit ain't over, where's Skeppy at? I'm ready He been gone for a minute now What? You missed this shit Is you serious? Time to go home, sir Haha, yeah You said that you'd been waiting for this (what?) Come on, tell me how long have you been waiting for this, huh? Since you and 6ix9ine were fucking, doing foreplay wit' a snitch (ugh, damn) Oh, you heard I whipped crack, you're tryna stay in the mix? (Trust) You dick-sucker, you tried your luck (punk) Your album coming out, you're dissing me to hype up the buzz I expose the ignorance, man, you're lying too much (shoot) While you were laughing at my accent, I was lighting you up with mad bangers (boom-boom!) I told him Please shut the fuck up, I have manners Cosplaying gangster rappers You think your lyrics are sexy 'cause you switch 'em around and rap backwards? (Huh?) You cap rappers' wack rappers, I smack rappers (boom-boom-boom!) It's war, Joyner, don't flop, you know that I ain't nice (ugh) Catch him at the night show, now he's got stage fright (greaze) You know what I spray like, clips loaded Hit him with cannons from the arsenal, he ain't seeing daylight (ah, boom-boom!) I'll do it hands-free, no DNA I'll holler at my hitman, he can hit you from twenty feet away Well, it's a horror movie if he pulls out the shotty You ain't scaring anybody, man, this clash was a piece of cake You think you're seeing Skeppy today? I'm Nicholas Cage (nah) Gone in sixty seconds, no Minute Maid (nyoom) But I got the juice now, Joyner can't take the pain You lost your chances of ever being in D12, and I'll take the blame It's the fashion killer, think I need a pink Polo Dropped Round 2 on your release date, oh, no (grrt) Took you another week to reply, you were so slow (why?) Said you're pushing your album like This ain't promo ([?]) Remember, this is all Drew's mad plan Think he need to get his head checked, need to get him a CAT scan (grrt) 'Cause he ain't Black Sam, and I never said That you're the Black Eminem, boy, I said you're the Black Stan [Part II] Ha, joke, man Tried it (They don't know it's a new day) (They don't know he's on the top, boy, it's a soufflé) (Better mind all your step, boy, better know–) (Meridian N17 don't take no chances) (Ha-ha, ha-ha) yeah You musta banged your head (ha-ha) I saw you went onto a podcast Told them you wished your dad was dead (ha-ha–) I can't lie, that's some madness, dread But it makes sense, I understand it now (trust) That's why you talk about mine, you're a clown How you're dissing my dad for holding the fam down? (Dickhead) Yours burnt out, he left you running around (dark) From one personality to the next Might be Will Smith, might be a snitch (huh?) Could be a racist man, might be Chappelle (huh?) 'Cause anyone else is better than being yourself (trust) I know storytelling's effective But I like your songs from your own perspective Like your song with Em when he came out the closet Do you, only fake niggas won't respect it I love exposing ignorance (ha-ha) As a child of immigrants, that's always been the plan (trust) I don't live on the Coast, I'm with the gang on the ends I'ma talk in slang you don't understand We don't make excuses when it comes to war I'm in the booth, I'm a birthday killer Your first name's Gary (huh?) So you know we gotta put him in the grave like your surname's Glitter (boom, burn him!) And don't leave your girl 'round me, that's foolish Always on time, man, I thought that you knew this (yeah) I don't rock with you or your music (nah) What's love? Fuck that, I just shoot shit ([?]) I've never been robbed, you bozo And I'm outside, see me walking dolo If a man ever try to touch my chain (what?) Leave him looking like the Jordan logo (greaze) I didn't even need to discuss with the fans They can already see how many lies you've told (trust) Said he hasn't even heard of me since the nineties Joyner, I was nine years old (what?) All I had to do was post one tweet Now you and all of your guys' exposed You should say Thank you, I saw the spike in your streams Let's talk about the highs and lows (let's talk) I'm cooler than Hammer Time A traveller, pull up in the caravan If you left the country, might learn a lot When you spend a day in the UK wit' a gang Never race a Jamaican, never fight a Nigerian Never ride your bike into a Turkish man (huh?) Never rob an Albanian, never diss a Somali Never go bar for bar wit' an English man 'Cause I got bars that could fuck up your future It's a fistfight, I came wit' a bazooka All you can do now is watch me win You could never be headline, you Lollapalooza (uh, uh, uh) Delusions of grandeur, you're lost in the sauce Get back in the real world, get off the computer Your father gave you all the gems Now you turn 'round saying you don't wanna be Junior? That's what's killing Black men (what?) You said your manager's from the ends, why does he talk like that then? (How?) When you said I wish I was American I was more confused than your manager's accent (ha-ha) Novelist dissed you, holler back then Chip, Scorcher, Kruz or Duppy and Smila The Kwengerdem live when it's time to attack them Best in the world, better mention the mandem (nice) Back to the money It's over Point proven (No pulse, no pulse) (No breathing, no breathing) (No heartbeat, no heartbeat) (No, No)