Tú No Ta'

These kids, talking trash
Look, you dropped it in a bladder and some soda cups

After this beatdown, land it, eat chalk
And that crap you threw, tell me, did Icha write it for you?
You look like a poorly painted Mona Lisa
This ain't a song, for you it's a mass
Look, Miss Spider with venom but no poison
Jay-Z's looking for you to return the dough
I'm lethal, you can't even touch me, no way
After this beating, I'll pay you if you sprout back
I'm gonna light you up for being fresh, wasted doll
What the hell did you break where they served the soda?

And that echo, fool, with an empty stomach
You dream like a chicken (cluck-cluck, cluck-cluck)
You grew up hearing that and you're gonna front with the dad
Peel-potato, it freezes you like a crooked letter
50 in the club, the MVP of the finals
You're signing with Roc Nation and singing at the parties
Nobody wants to know about you, in your pedestrian zones
People are the admiral where I have my homies
Your music's for birthdays and carnivals
You the pain of the genre? What a good joke, man
You ain't tough even singing to Yale
Comparing you to a lizard insults the animals

You ain't shit (ain't), cheese-faced fool, you ain't shit (ain't)
No way to compete with the dad (nah)
Your music's trash, it's rated A
But suitable for an audience with a mental deficit
You ain't shit (ain't), cheese-faced fool, you ain't shit (ain't)
You don't have the culture to compete with the dad (nah)
You, you, you're a national embarrassment, you ain't rap
With skirt chimes, only you can sound like that

Talking about a coup
You gonna keep going?
Not even a belly coup, little lady
Lint twenty
Mgp the saw
On the instrumental
Pencil conscious, the abuser
From now on your league is with Icha's club and Susa and
With those people
Turn it down
Lizard Juancho
This is serious
Ain't no kid stuff