Super Dub, we know who you are
You're that guy who copied my bars
You think you're hard, you're only 10
I'm 15, how about then
Stop googling comebacks, think of your own
Take one more step and you're gonna get powned
You call yourself the MLG master
Bitch, I'm the rapping gansta!
You're just a prankster
I'm just more internet cancer
Spitting fire like I'm looking for an answer
As to why you're so stuck up
Look at you, are you tearing up? You think I care? B*tch I don't give a f*ck
I spit fire like a Dragon
You spit like a broken cannon
Roasts and burns flying everywhere like a madman with a handgun
You probably don't even know what the illuminati is
Or that flames fly up whenever I wanna diss
Wait, aren't you ten? Oh yeah, you're a kid
I can't roast a kid, oh wait, I already did
I'm clinically insane, you're just plain stupid
I'm the rapping Duke, it's undisputed
So kid, go back to your chocolate milk
See, thats your reputation, it's dropped and spilt
This is what happens when you mess with a mad man with rapping tricks
More fire burns up than on my tape mix
I tell you what, here's a pencil
Go home, write some lyrics, make them suspenseful