JUNIOR'S LAW

Ay yo Joyner

It's time to go home son

It's over

Nah this shit ain't over

Where's Skeppy at?

I'm ready

You've been gone for a minute now

What?

You missed the shit

Is you serious?

Time to go home son

Haha

Yeah

You said that you've been waiting for this

Come on tell me

How long have you been waiting for this huh?

Since you and 69 were fucking?

Doing foreplay with a snitch

Oh you heard I whip crack you're trying to stay in a mix

You dick sucker you tried your luck

Your album coming out you're dissing me to hype up your buzz

I exposed the ignorance man

You're lying too much

While you were laughing at my accent

I was lighting you up, with mad bangers

Told him please shut the fuck up I have manners

Cosplaying gangster rappers

You think your lyrics are sexy

Cos you switch em around and rap backwards

You cap rappers

Wack rappers

I smack rappers

It's war Jonah don't flop you know that I ain't nice

Catch him at the nightshow, now hes got stage fright

You know what I spray like, clips loaded

Hit him with cannons

From The Arsenal he ain't seeing daylight

Or do it hands-free, no DNA

I holler at my hitman

He can hit you from 20 feet away

Or it's a horror movie if he pulls out the shotty

You ain't scaring anybody man this clash was a piece of cake

You think you're seeing Skeppy today?

I'm Nicolas Cage

Gone in 60 seconds no Minute Maid

But I've got the Juice now

Jonah can't take the pain

You lost your chances of ever being in D12 and I take the blame

Is the fashion killer think I need a pink polo

Dropped round 2 on your release date oh no

Took you another week to reply you are so slow

Said you pushing your album like THIS AINT PROMO

Remember

This is all Drew's mad plan

I think you need to get his head checked

Need to get him a CAT scan

Cause he ain't Black Sam

And I never said you're the black Eminem boy

I said you're the black Stan

Joke man

Tried it

Yeah

You must have banged your head

I saw you went on to a podcast told them you wished your dad was dead

I cant lie thats a madness dread

But it makes sense I understand it now

Thats why you talk about mine you're a clown

How you dissing my dad for holding the fam down?

Yours burnt out he left you running around

From one personality to the next

Might be Will Smith

Might be a snitch

Could be a racist man

Might be Chappelle

Cus anyone else is better then being yourself

I know storytelling is effective

But I like your songs from your own perspective

Like your song with Em when you came out the closest

Do you, only fake niggas wont respect it

I love exposing ignorance

As a child of immigrants

That's always been the plan

I don't live on the coast

Im with the gang

On the ends

And we're talking slang you don't understand

We don't make excuses when it comes to war

I'm in the booth I'm a birthday killer

Your first names Gary

So you know we gotta put him in the grave

Like your surnames glitter

And don't leave your girl round me

That's foolish, always on time man I thought that you knew this

I don't rock with you or your music

What's love? Fuck that I just shoot shit

I've never been robbed you bozo

And im outside see me walking dolo

If a man ever try touch my chain

Leave em looking like the Jordan logo

I didn't even need to discuss with the fans

They can already see how many lies you told

Said he hasn't heard from me since the 90's

Jonah I was 9 years old

All I had to was post one tweet

Now you and all of your guys exposed

You should say thank you

I saw the spike in your streams

Lets talk about the highs and lows

I'm cooler than hametan

A traveller pull up in a caravan

If you left the country

Might learn a lot when you spend a day in the UK with the gang

Never race a Jamaican

Never fight a Nigerian

Never ride your bike into a Turkish man

Never rob an Albanian

Never diss a Somali

Never go bar to bar with an English man

Cus I got bars that can fuck up your future

Its a fist fight I came with a bazooka

All you could do now is watch me win

You could never be headline you lollapalooza

Delusions of grandeur

Your lost in the sauce

Get back in the real world

Get off the computer

Your father gave you all the gems

Now you turn round saying you don't want to be Junior

That's what's killing black men

You said your managers from the ends

Why does he talk like that then?

When you said I wish I was American

I was more confused then your managers accent

Novelist dissed you

Holla back then

Chip Scorch Cruz Duppy and Smila

The kwengadem live

When its time to attack them

Best in the world, better mention the mandem!