Step Back

Uh huh Shit ain't even close to over motherfuckers Y'all better know not to f*ck with G-therz Back again with no remorse, I am prepped to go to war Beware of this warning shot 'cause I don't know who told ya broads That you can f*ck with my fucking lyrical dexterity When right in this moment all ya bitches should get scared of me It's just insulting to say you're my competition Y'all fake pussies, in other words, all you twats are fiction I'm the only one with true passion for rapping while you only care 'bout dollar signs And I bust it like a chopper like the name of the gun they used in Columbine But ya punks don't know what you're playing with when trying Rye Try to gas me, bitch I'm as dangerous as cyanide Somebody better go out there and make these frauds aware That I'll take these suckers out like O'Reilly off the air But don't judge me man, you ain't got a gavel Yeah I'm in Garden State, surrounded by some rotten apples I'm an asshole, gotta hassle, this ain't time to play When I'm aiming at ya punk motherfuckers to annihilate Step back and put the mic down Step back and put the mic down Step back and put the mic down Uhh... let's see who want it now Cooking up some compositions good to f*ck up competition 'Cause kids in town think they now took the fucking top position Yeah, I'm a weird old head, don't need y'all to tell me twice But y'all can get jacked like a Martin Shkreli price See I'm the wrong rapper to f*ck with and then aggravate 'Cause the only time that you bust it: when ya masturbate And meanwhile these rappers stink with their mumbling Putting their shit up for free, not making good fucking sense Y'all muhfuckers recycle the same plastic Not saying I hate a clean Earth, but I hate that shit You can't be on par with me if you ain't busting dude on beat Since ya crackers drop n-bombs, then fucking do not speak Ya overload ya Auto-Tune 'cause you hate how trash ya are I'll take these rappers lacking bars and shove 'em in a cattle car And gas 'em all, this for the culture, while y'all some perpetrators On my Arnie shit, I got the bars to terminate ya You talk about fake shit 'cause ya life is sure a lie That's what happens when the suburbs combine Soda and technology and think it's worth a try You get a slurring high robot with all its circuits fried Only reason why these kids like you, they just wannabes And I don't connect with them 'cause I don't relate to fuckery You ain't booling, only time you see blood's when ya menstruate You bitch made, mind sharp as a dull switchblade I'm sonning ya, ya fucking done, ain't coming close to number one Bunch of punks, suck a dick, get fucking hit from a sucker punch To the cunts that said I fell off fast, bitch the hell with that You better recognize the king of the 'Del is back This ain't a game you wanna try now Don't try to play around, I don't like clowns Step back and put the mic down Or your ass might just get wiped out Step back and put the mic down Step back and put the mic down Step back and put the mic down Step back and get out right now And these bitches acting like they're better than me Yet a verse of mine tops what they ever can be Now you might think that this a bunch of pointless shit talking Nah I'm talking 'bout the bitch I destroyed on "Misfortune" You know you're lyrical trash, that's why you're bitching on snap Gotta show off like you're great to hide ya insecure ass What you talking 'bout, I can't get a hard dick, what a fag You still soft with no effort put into ya craft I'm pest control bitch, getting rid of the rats Said you a scholar and a rapper, go and spit a real rap Yeah I remember that time I thought we finna collab Thought you'd fit on the track, but realized ya shit was just whack You salty I called you Papa Doc, yet you did not respond Thanks for making my line more valid on the song It's like you can't even score 'cause you're missing the point This shit is just harder than fucking hit in the groin Come on, you can't run Jerz if you just run from me Tryna convince people that I'm done, bitch please Telling me to pull up, bitch pull up ya pampers first Whining like you're the biggest baby on planet Earth Well I mean a punchline from you hits like a baby's fist Yeah hate me bitch, you a whack swag rap miscellaneous Shit, you don't care for the craft, only tryna make it commercial Who am I kidding, I'm beefing with Franklin the Turtle This ain't a game you wanna try now Don't try to play around, I don't like clowns Step back and put the mic down Or your ass might just get wiped out Step back and put the mic down Step back and put the mic down Step back and put the mic down Step back and get out right now Yeah, get mad at Therz, the baddest wordsmith, the rapping nerd Grab ya purse, get ya pen and pad and work, you craft the worst Get a thing called talent, oh ya haven't heard This battler just got you retards massacred Bitch