Tyler Ruotolo - ANYTHING

{Chorus}
Anything for views
Will get you everything you wanted
But when you claim you’re a god
You’ll fall farther from where you started
You can try to come at me
Acting like you’re really an artist
But we both know that you’re not
You’ll do anything for some profit
Haha

{verse 1}
I know I don’t get the most views
But I go pew taking aim at all you
Like the bald dude making me fucking puke
After just one shot looking up you
Bro wrote a whole post to diss me
But couldn’t rap that, hah, you missed me
Now I gotta turn this bitch to mince meat
Shred him up and add the ingredients
Let him digest while reading this
Die in jest, he is eating shit
Took the bait, please come at me bitch
Keep the beef fresh, shred the beat again
You ain’t even in the median
Less than mean, damn my hearing went
All cause you scream like a bitch when
You rap if you can call it that
Sounin’ like a cat got fucked in the ass
By a tarantula strapped with a big sack
Santa Claus, presents on my damn back
Unload ‘em all and show this man that
I can bring back his fucked up past
Bro gets off to girls on tiktok
No neck stalks me on his day off
It’s a seance but this bitch won’t talk
Paid off from a low pay job
Not laid off, not even laid on
I’m not the king, but you’re a pawn
Checkmate, bitch
Now you’re gone

{Chorus}
Anything for views
Will get you everything you wanted
But when you claim you’re a god
You’ll fall farther from where you started
You can try to come at me
Acting like you’re really an artist
But we both know that you’re not
You’ll do anything for some profit
Haha

{verse 2}
Fake accent that came and went
The lab sent back a negative test
To your residence suggesting
You’ll never be the best
Instead you press post
All to get roasted for your own
Videos, you’re Diddy, so
I’m the opposite of him
Not to stir up shit
You got Rhotacism?
That’s shit’s not a symptom
Rap is the difference
With me and this bitch
I live what I write
You like to pick fights
Alive on the mic
When I pick up my
Weapon of choice
Pen when I fight
Lighter I strike
J that I might
Rip just one time
Maybe like five
But just twice for this guy
He got killed by me, I
Don’t need a knife to survive
FBI, find his hard drive
And give him 25 to life

{outro}
That was disgusting

{Chorus}
Anything for views
Will get you everything you wanted
But when you claim you’re a god
You’ll fall farther from where you started
You can try to come at me
Acting like you’re really an artist
But we both know that you’re not
You’ll do anything for some profit
Haha