Mr. Mayhem and the Prolific Dreamers

Smoking Mirrors Featuring Red Rhodolite The Sleaze

Pulling up in the cherry red Tesla

Finna bury you niggas with the thoughts that suppressed ya

Keep trying to throw dirt on my name

I will be sitting in cherry red at ya burial

Kingly Tingz is the standard, not just a dream

But bitch,

How do you talk to 2 niggas on the same team?

Breaking niggas hearts got em feeling guarded

And we all know it was a beef that you started

Pillow-talkin' out of your ass, this bitch retarded

Now you gotta die, you dearly departed

We supposed to do this shit for the art of our pens

Not going back and forth over pussy that never trends

This motherfucker got snakes coming from the garden to get a poetic session

Something you could never give them, take that as a lesson

Tell them bitches thats lurking for you, they ain't worth the fucking ride

Every bitch on your team been a bridesmaid and not a bride

They too busy being comfortable with sitting on the side

I know all you niggas is my sons.

My offspring fantasize of borrowing my poetry flows

Tell these little niggas with the big mouth the bank is closed.

OSP is finally for sale but it's off limits to you challengers

You hold the rusty swords, I swing the Excalibur

And even after all my logic and my theory

I add a "Motherfucker" so you ignorant niggas hear me

Because I know you niggas is illiterate

Using AI to write your bars is so inconsiderate

How do you bring knives to a gun fight?

My poetry got niggas taking notes on how to write and perform when its done right

I write all day and all fucking night

If you don't feel it when I perform this then I gotta rewrite

I put all ya heads on my walls, my depiction of a trophy

I got this killa up inside of me, I can't talk to my mother so I talk through my poetry

All of your disses are weak

All of your poetry is weak 

Don't get me talking about talent, that shit lacks technique

Your disses are very much in the minority if compared to mine, Zayy, & my baby Indi

Some see the glass as empty

I see the glass full of ether

Collecting my bread in mass

Like I'm a catholic preacher

It's the red headed King here to address your bullshit

So now it's off with your head

Got the head of a bitch nigga in a bucket

Body of a trick in a bag

And thrown in the fire like fuck it