Lyrics:

I went easy on y'all, 'cause all I did was snap
Then the cypher came 'round,andI brought y'allback
To repay my mercy, you throwout a diss
Betray my kindness, and somehow you still fuckin' missed?
You're mistaken, thinkin' you can step up to me
While seeing me as what you wish you could be
Fuck round two, this ain't a part of a beef
This is me finishing off a fuckin' leech
RPS, explain to me how two words from me
Outdid your whole four-minute response?
Thinking that you killed me, bitch
Your attempt didn't even graze my fuckin' croissant

Look, it's been a minute
Took you two damn months just to write two fucking disses
Ironic how you used the Dax beat, but somehow dissed less
Glexkii 2019 fell apart, much like your mistress
You suck Quad's dick so much, that you would probably die for him
He could rap Mein Kampf, and yet your ass would still applaud him
You do the bare minimum, just like your fuckin' idol
We hype up all your tracks so we can laugh at their arrival
Wrote that shit in a day, and it fucking shows
More off-topic than any diss that was made by Daxnos
Stoned as fuck, like Polar pondering the word, 'these'
Speaking of which, who really wrote the outro on 2019?
Not you, that's for sure, too busy with P5
This whole track's déjà vu, did Polar write like, all your lines?
Stranger Kii was an L, but at least it was original
You sound like Unkle Adams, but you still think you're a miracle
Broken loop's been broken, it's been dead before arrival
Was hoping for a Ni$h!th diss, but I guess you're my rival
Inferno was a meme after the beat switch, yet you reed at it
Logic stan? Yeah sure, my favorite artist ain't xd'd just yet
Whole entire discord just keeps riding on your nut sack
Sega's like your fem-dom slave, and Wallace spreads his butt crack
Motherfucker, I hope you know you deserve all this hate
Go drop your cursed-ass fuck stone like your balls up off the Empire State
You spammed with the rest in the listening party
Then you turn around, tell me it's a flop, but you're not sorry
Fuck, fucking hypocrite, running for office, good luck
Makes sense, every song you make sounds like a MAGA challenge, fuck
You're problematic if you think you're gonna' win, an Emmy
'Three K likes, I'll drop this', then you get a fucking semi
Bonzi Buddy lookin'-ass, but with more malware
Every time you pretend your power's great, I grab my 92 Flare
Say I should cancel my album, well done
That's a good line, looking at the tally, that's one
You hate dyslexics, yet you are one, shut the fuck up, lying ass
All you do's run after Sega, not even talking Minecraft
See, that's the problem, you're bad
Only thing you'll ever drop's your panties for Lyric Spitter Lad
Riding high in April, shot down in May
At least we can agree the mixtape was a mistake, fuck

He has a gun
He has a gun
He has a gun
He has a gun (One for the school and one for Glex)
He has a gun
He has a- gun
He has a gun
He has a-




Steal all my jokes, then you claim they're your own
Gaming at its finest, shut the fuck up, you're a joke
The ass-licking from our blue friend won't be enough for you to be saved
Go back to the basement full of lava, where your bitch-ass was made
Your biggest legacy is inspiring TechNo, ego deaths are to be had
You act like you're an elder, I'm thirty-six-million years squared
Act like your ass is immortal, 'cause of all these shitty memes
I would much rather listen to Demogorgon than any of this shit
How many God damn memes do you need in one song?
Real Glexander stans know you need to get back where you belong
No more pizzas though, your time's run out
You wrote yours in one day? I wrote mine in one hour
Double Stuffed was cute, I'm back to finish in the ring once more
Already at a hundred, no need to turn up any of the gore
Glexnos killed Glex, so I guess I'm an Avenger
Send in the bozos, Glexkii 2 coming November, bitch
You put your left foot in, you put your left foot out
You do the hokey pokey, and you shake it all about

That's life (That's life), that's what all the people say
You're riding high in April, shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune
When I'm back on top, back on top in June
I said, that's life (That's life), and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks, stompin' on a dream
But I don't let it, let it get me down
'Cause this fine old world, it keeps spinning around