Tha Nixercide

[Verse 1]
Let me serve this little bastard for the 50th time
His mind shattered by this heavyweight that brought his demise
You can't shine without ya ghostwriter, you ain't focused
Catching too much feelings, now it's out in the open
You tryna rap advanced, but your shit don't make sense
Like: "adding a bunch of random words" Think you'll take my pen!?
Fuck outta here! With ya weak flow, bitch!
You called yourself a Goddess, on some homo shit
This weak motherfucker really thinks he in control
Do ya research, he thuggin like a keyboard troll
You never killed shit, only got killed repeatedly
So you blocked all your friends then you went on a weeping spree
And every time I listen to a Lil Neekz track
It's like: "Time traveling time zones, I'm that wack
I'm a trashy reptilian, aliens gonna blast me"
You're like a repetitive song and it ain't really catchy
You fuckin suck dick, you know that I'll split you
And we all know you flipped out after I dissed you
Don't even front like: "I'm not gone reply"
"You need a million plays before I'll open my mouth"
This punk bitch, need to snort up his smack
Cuz you ain't sobered up, he lying to his fans
Bitch please, you being addicted to crack
It's not a known truth, it's a scientific fact

[Hook]
Fuck it, this the end of Neekz, put him in the guillotine
Lyrically, can't with fuck with me or my Demented team
I need some better lies? Well, you need some better lines
Cuz this motherfucker tappin' out every single time

You dry snitchin' like a bitch with yo nonsense
If I see you, imma kill you, I ain't plan on stopping
"You sound like Vinnie Paz" I'll take that as a compliment
Now shut the fuck up before I bring out bombs and droppin' 'em

[Verse 2]
You ain't qualified to battle rap like a mumble rapper
Maybe you should try out that autotune you fuckin' faggot
Throwing out a 8 bar hook like it's not a diss
You wanna count all the motherfucking rhymes I've spit?
You only died, like 9 times infinity
You ain't survived shit, I'm dissin' a corpse lyrically
Getting more seriously involved with them Dead Men
And when it comes to overkilling you, we hellbent
You not taking anything out except the trash can
Insomniac, I can't sleep, but I know ya raps can
Cuz ya shit so boring and predictable, ain't it?
I guess it gotta be the fact that you ain't really made it
Still, you fronting like a big shot, but you bitch made
And where the fuck ya Dreamz went, along with ya mixtape?
I told you I would push that shit back to the stone age
Along with ya petty career falling like some snowflakes

[Hook]
Fuck it, this the end of Neekz, put him in the guillotine
Lyrically, can't with fuck with me or my Demented team
I need some better lies? Well, you need some better lines
Cuz this motherfucker tappin' out every single time

You dry snitchin' like a bitch with yo nonsense
If I see you, imma kill you, I ain't plan on stopping
"You sound like Vinnie Paz" I'll take that as a compliment
Now shut the fuck up before I bring out bombs and droppin' 'em

[Outro]
Punk ass mothafucka...
Should have never fuckin crossed me! (You did it to yourself, bitch!)

Yeah!
Man, you're like a practice dummy... you fuckin dummy!
I mean how you gonna try and diss me with a 8 bar chorus?
(Don't think we ain't caught that shit!)
When I hit you with 400 Bars, 2 mixtapes plus 150 bars
(I know you got a fetish for being murdered)
You couldn't fuck with me on my worst day you bitch!
You ain't shit faggot! (Nah, go fuck yourself!)
Fuck it, I'm out!