F. Mole Duke L (Ft. Eminem)

Intro:
I Smack UP Wit' A Bag Of Stacks (Damn!)
She Pull UP With A Rag Of Facts (Damn!)
Square Table In The Dark, Thats Just How We Act (Vroom!)
I Fucking Pull Up Wit' My Glock, These Niggas Need To Ask (Damn!)

Verse 1:
Remember nights cold and hungry as hell? (Shit!)
A Smacked Johns Ass Just Like A Bell (Smack!)
I Bet His Old Doesn't Know How To Spell (Haha!)
Since Diana And Francis, Bitch I'll Make Them Swell (Ow!)
I Mean Black Rappers Just Need To Get Rid Of Their Souls, Go Sell!
If We Ever Make It To 2024, Just Let Me Tell You, Go Fuck The Shell
Hairy Barbizon As Fucking Makes Me Wanna Die (Gunshot)
I Heard P. Diddy, Wanted To Fly (Bitch)
MY Children Are On The Couch "Fuck You Watching"? Henati!
Yo, listen up, it’s time to expose
Francis Mole, you think you know?
In this rap game, I’m stealing your show
Step back kid it’s about to blow!
Your style is dated like an old school flip phone
It cracks me up harder than my dad's dad jokes at home
Claiming that throne while I'm switching my tone
Boy got more ego than talent alone!
Yeah, society's quick with their pitchforks and flames
Branding him guilty without knowing real names
Judgment day sentencing on hearsay alone—
Where’s our compassion when we carve at the bone?
See kids get hurt and it cuts me deep too;
But through all this noise can we find something true?
Like piecing together bits from shattered glass—
Finding out if this shadow even gobbles or gasps
Yo, Diana in the chat, always talkin' ‘bout the beef
Like every single dinner’s a reality TV freak
Francis is my boy but you keep spinnin’ that tale