Watchers

[Verse 1: CRYM] I never met no one as stupid as a fucking YouTube comment Half homophobia and half complete nonsense But some of these dudes think it's they number one option To share they shallow and pedantic views, what a cool concept Watching, watching, opinions in they pockets Offer criticism unconstructive with no knowledge Mocking, mocking, but they ain't really got it Like the target of the garbage and the gossip in the garden You ain't hardened, I seen your bars and they appeared starving No original rhymes, not even no line markings How the hell you sposed to blow when all that you contribute Is a foul attitude and text that wouldn't make a Highlights issue You write letters to editors with vendettas You're better than your competitors send em off with a severance Wait, you're not a boss, you don't possess that authority Take your pink slips back with you to your sorority That girl next door to you is far from Shannon Doherty So bragging bout your side'll make me shake my head morbidly Worthless, cut your losses, burn up all your verses Your tape ain't worth a DL, forget about a purchase You have no idea what the fuck you are talking about Ever, so never again open your mouth, cunt You're done, son, how the fuck does it feel? To be put right in your place by a busta for real You stay clutching the wheel, but your tank's always empty No good samaritans, the game is unfriendly And we will not be lending you gas nor shelter Beef like a Belcher, unsquashed, unhealthy