pissing contest (prod. alchemist) / divine intervention x obie trice

i wrote this years about and never released it  but i'm putting this up so i can show people while i'm out and we can laugh at the dude i wrote it about. #kuntrykidforever.

put up your punchlines, we're gonna spar over this beat
with gloves filled with barb-wire metaphors and personified concrete
it's definitely a blow-out but i'm not pulling punches for shit
i'm only throwing haymakers and connecting with every single hit

you're definitely not an artist so step down off your fucking pedistal
you've progressed from total garbage to absolutely fucking terrible
you're morally reprehensible cause despite what you've you said
you just stopped copying hilltop to rip off kerser instead

man, i'm sick to fucking death of your 'kuntry kiid' shit
i've choked back cigarettes harsher than any bar you could ever spit
destroying you lyrically is well within my capabilities
but i really need to stop picking on kids with mental disabilities

i swear, ever since you reach the age of puberty
you've developed into the mascot for the special-needs hip-hop community
do you have absolutely anything aside from ad hominem attacks
or fifty fictitious statements you've gone and disguised as facts?

if you're gonna take credit for the entirety of my views
maybe you should have instead saved some of that fucking effort for you
instead of focusing your energy on recording shitty ad-libs
ice break only has 700 views because people fucking laugh at it

seriously, your inconsistencies only topped by your simplicity
is it done deliberately or through an utter lack of creativity?
you're literally the epitome of what's wrong with hip-hop today
so if practice makes perfect jay, you've got a long fucking way

much too obsessed with turning this into a pissing contest
to notice i put you down harder than the day your fucking father left
now i'm attacking your family, now i'm fanning the flames
your mother sleeping around doesn't constitute multiple family names

oh no jay, have i go a little too far once again?
poking holes through the facade you've used to mask your pain
it must be really hard to always 'push against the grain'
to keep track of the 'hardships' that you've constantly fucking feigned

i'd say man the fuck up but that would require being an adult
so socially conscious using sexuality as an insult
there's a much higher chance of me ever gaining any sort of infamy
so you should go ahead and change your rap name to 'kid pygmy'

man, i'd call you micro but that's insulting biology
it doesn't take a group of scientists to figure out how doggedly
you betray each and every role you meet in this tragic comedy
and how you never cease to be the poster-child for utter mediocrity

or how your greatest commodity is your unwavering hypocrisy
your novelty's outweighed by your egocentric ideologies
an arrogant catastrophe, the exact opposite of gallantry
it's like i'm big brother prussia and bitch, you're little brother saxony

i don't need to do research to call out a mediocre idiot
probably pretend to write raps to hide the fact that you're illiterate
this is honestly akin to throwing lambs into a lion enclosure
the only things you ever destroyed were the beats you rapped over

stop making videos in various states of undress
because your whole body is as poorly designed as your girlfriends chest
and twice as bad as the shit you're printing on t-shirts
please stop dragging the term 'graphic design' through the fucking dirt

your internet persona is just a bad-tempered fourteen year old
took a little to literally caulfield's version of 'stay gold'
actually, that's probably why you're touting 'kuntry kid'
so i should leave you alone now, probably like you uncle never did

i'm planning to adopt the muslim religion in spite of you
become a jihadist so my career blow up rather than break through
in fact, i'm so fundamentalist, i'm going to the spurs indefinitely
to find better ways to get every aus rapper pissed at me

i swear to god, you're not a native english speaker
cause you roll your r's so hard i swear you're having a fucking seizure
i'm sorry, i can't help - i'm honestly not trying to target you
but if i recorded everything i wrote down, i'd write diss tracks about myself too

i don't wanna be so bitter anymore, ugh.

find a bridge to hold hands across and throw yourselves from it,
whine about your 3-day weeks not turning a profit.
keep on drinking at utter detriment to your fuax mental health
and continue to fuck others over because you're insecure with yourself.
thirty years of stockpiling ignorance and fucking decay.
thirty years of building fallacies out of twig and papier-mache.
constantly prioritize your needs always over those of others -
lacking genuine concern for the people you call "brothers".

you reached the upper-bounds of your humanity long ago,
such a pathetic existance of having nothing to show.
except for misunderstanding and selfishness in bounds
and the giant holes from you burying your head in the ground.
find the tallest building in the city and throw yourselves from it,
climb to the top of a mountain and toss yourself from the summit.
there has never existed another human with lesser value -
the world would be much better without a disgusting plague like you.

misanthropic misanthropy.

your life is one great punchline, a haymaker impossible to dodge,
another mistake, another failure, another biblical-sized botch.
hang yourself from your inverted, metallic, rusted cross
while you whine for days over each imagined failure and loss.
you dug yourself a pretty grave but it isn't very spacious -
cause your mother didn't make it, your uselessness is contagious.
the only thing we will exhume, the worthlessness that you exude:
the lies with which you dilute, the emptiness that you imbue.
smash your face into the desk and then again on pencil lead,
or instead force-fed the silver spoon through the back of your fucking head.
alcoholism and instability grow old pretty fucking quickly,
fill the void with more vodka-cokes and shitty, watered-down whiskey.
you shot yourself in both your feet and cut off each your hands,
asked for help to jump from the wonky pedestal which you stand.
you sing woe, is me while you cry and suck your thumb -
another drop in the waters of the world's idiots and scum.
do us all a favour and cut out your vile tongue
to finally gather enough self-reflection to think about what you've done.

skrrrrrrrrrrttttttttt

affection has weathered my chest's impenetrable citadel
and i'm welcomed back warmly into the deep hole in which i fell.
the demons have found another soul to make their plaything
with hands around their throats and bows held tightly to the heartstrings.
playing and plucking every note pizzicato -
still so discordant and ugly beneath all bravado.
i'll find my anxious thoughts sleeping and with the pillow, gently smother
so maybe then we can try and be inadequate with one another.