The Elderly (Ravenous Diss) lyrics

[Intro: Spoken]
Yo, I don't even know man
Maybe I’m the only one that sees how whack this n*gga is
You know what I’m sayin’?
Like the rest of these n*ggas, like this n*gga or something
You know?
f*cking 33 years old, tryin’ to get respect
n*gga get a life, feed your family man
Goddamn

[Verse 1:]
Yo, yo
Why the f*ck would you jump, to step to a motherf*cker such as myself?
n*gga I Tec you, lay you out
Beat the sh*t out of you, til’ you confess to being the weakest n*gga out
And homosexual sh*t, you jock me, and talk sh*t ‘cause you not me
I’m c*cky, this faggot's riding my di*k, a jockey
Try me, n*gga, your sh*ts jokes, you Cosby, I’m Ali
b*tch, I’m the king you Rodney, you get it?
How dare you try comparing yourself to me?
Coming in mines you embarrassing yourself
So please, ease off my di*k, worry ‘bout your own sh*t
I got skills to pay the bills, b*tch, you homeless
On this microphone, its no joke, I’m focused
So, you provoke and throat choke, then toasted
Your sh*t is not hot man, goddamn yo
You tied for the whackest n*gga alive, besides Van Gogh
And you hate, how I get props and you can’t
Tryna rap at age 48, it’s too late
And you fake, you can f*ck around, but you ain’t
You cray, son you must be slow as a screwtape
Whats wrong wit’ you? You all been out of shape
Sopping like your moms wit’ you
‘Cause I wouldn’t do a song wit’ you? Poor sl*t
More stuff, still rapping
How can I call you a has been, you never have been?
The most wanted, most boast, but don’t want it
The flows rugged, please know I’m cold blooded