Devil's Dead

Miss me with that bullshit
You ain't really Wild, you're a tourist
You see my name and aim your rage but it's a sure miss
Ole that shit, estocada and then make you look foolish

Spray and pray but you're missing every single fucking bullet
Taking shots but you're shooting blanks you're impotent with your diss
Oh lord this, malnourished bitch is getting disorderly like that court case in Florida he
Quarreled with his Dad cause he's ornery
He didn't give him his quarterly oral scene that he normally skeets
That horror scene of a night behind bars humbled you surely
Cause Machine Gun Kelly done bitched out in a jail, nothing short of a normal citizen as far as we could tell
All that gangsta persona was nada when he was in a cell
Guess you're a pop gunner like that other motherfucker Kells
Digging your own grave thinking you're mining for stones
I guess that's what it's like to peek (peak) inside the mind of stoner
If it wasn't for Camila or Khalifa I wouldn't know ya
Let's take it back to the 2012 XXL where Kells burst on the scene with an odor
You finished second to last in a class that had a man blow up off Bologna
Homie, Hopsin should've passed you the bar cause it's clear that you didn't own any
Oh shit he's so witty with the flow spitting dope 16's Loca was a joke more than the bloke
In the video it was so shitty
Yo city cannot not win a motherfucking thing without Lebron so hold this L on your way to Hell I don't show pity
Here we are now Colson know your boasting's been noted
I've loaded this whole diss it's over now the Baker's been toasted
If you go for broke you'll end up like the bro that's under your rib
Homeless and hopeless, next time write your lines and don't take Token's shit

Miss me with that bullshit
You ain't really Wild, you're a tourist (taurus)
You see my name and aim your rage but it's a sure miss
Ole that shit, estocada and then make you look foolish

LBJ bumping EM's beat but not MG's on IG I saw
His rhyme schemes are simple no need for a temple or thought
They all gone, he get's tattoos just to remember what they are
Cut off his right arm, he won't be able to get to his lawn
All his fans are trigger happy, saying that I only rap fast on the beat
Well that's fine by me
'cause the man that you worship at the feet got his motherfucking name from speed
But y'all just lost in the awe when I'm dropping all the bars
Ripping apart all the flaws in his songs, where to start?
All the syllables he's spitting is swindling all you simpletons
Repeating the same disses again and again at Eminem
They're basic like a white girl with a chest filled with sillicon
'cause he's impotent at ripping up the men that are better than him
I'll sever his head off and bloody my machette turn his brain to spaghetti what a mess he left us to reminisce in
I'm a premonition of this Armaggedeon that has risen
In the battle of the devil vs. God the devil never wins
You threaten Eminem the end is evident, a Crypt is where you'll rest, unless it's with me then the rests about to begin

Miss me with that bullshit
You ain't really Wild, you're a tourist (taurus)
You see my name and aim your rage but it's a sure miss
Ole that shit, estocada and then make you look foolish