Nobody is Safe Beef Season Entry 2 by Garrett Plummer Lyrics

[Verse]
You cannot bother me
Like Matty's father, cause I'm trying to preach
And I pray for you William
Not even God could stop this beef
I squash the peon, you're faded
Make you rock the S.D
I got my toes in the sand
You barely got socks on your feet

This is not a defeat
More like a demolition
So call me Jake Gyllenhaal
Southpaw when I'm spittin'
I did not have to kill 'im
But every crime has its victim
You looking Mike Brown
They calling me Darren Wilson

Put that aside
I'm not trying to make this a racial divide
Rachel from Friends would never shake hands
With Drake, you making up lies
That's what it's like
Shoes Robinson is a side of fries
And I'm serving this beef
So please call me Five Guys
Or maybe In 'n' Out
I'm thinnin' out my competition
I'm on my Pistol Shrimps
Bitch, I'm in my own division
I'm in the kitchen
But this ain't British Bake Off
I'm standing in front of the grill
Trying to get these steaks off

So check your plate dawg
It never had to get this bad
And you're never coming back from this
You're dead like Jensen's dad
And I'm sorry Mr. Karp, but you better get a cart
It's time to stock up
Ain't nobody safe
Beef Season, better lock up