Keyboard Warrior

Hmm lemme start to talk shit with him
I need recognition
What are you pussy
I hope he don't get mad

Smokey boutta snap like thin rubber bands
On this bitch little man
For talkin' shit like damn
Really you don't know me homie
The only thing you owning
Is this L I'm bestowing
Loathing yourself
See your career's choking
Screaming Reisy hold me
I don't wanna go please
But you had to start beef with the one and only
So cry me a river
Build a fuckin bridge
And throw yourself over it
Now you wanna mess with Smokey Jaye
Okay, go ahead and dig your grave
But don't bury yourself in this grave mistake
We all fuck up, but yours was great
And a soldier from Norway, you poor thing
Ain't equipped to diss, not in no way José
'Preciate the attempt at the horseplay
But I'll keep beatin' this dead horse
Till it starts deforming

Keyboard warrior
He's a keyboard warrior

One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
Fuck
What comes after eight?
Ohh Reisy

Say goodbye Mr. Count Von Count
Livin to die in a warm bed now
Your days are numbered
But I guess you're all out
Stop soilin' ya sheets
I was playin' around
Like you startin' beef but this ain't for clout
I hear you butcherin' beats
Ain't no cutting-edge sound
If you wanna be unique then stop queefin' so loud
Every time you on the mic I hear a pussy wheeze out
Lookin' for beef motherfucka
You found it
Don't doubt, you ain't grazin' around it
A showdown, better be prayin to the highest
Up in those clouds, cause ya fate expedited
Days expired
Grim date with the grave or cremate
While these flames burn higher
Put a flower where he lays or he bakes
The same one he was shittin' on my IG's reel page

Keyboard warrior
He's a keyboard warrior

Guess it's easy for you to talk shit
When you're thousands of miles away
I don't kick a man when he's down
But Reisy
This is coup de grâce