Battle Rap Trap

Now listen here, you might not know me,

but I'm a rap god so call me your deity,

Cause I can spit a rhyme slick and easily,

So cold I cause an ice age, change the scenery,

And then I'll spit a hot verse to melt the snow,

I'll buy a plane ticket fly to Mexico,

Say a rhyme make the world burn en fuego,

I can see you can't rap, you're a pseudo,

Meanwhile I'm raw, uncooked prosciutto.

Flip your insults on you like I'm doing judo.

I learned with Plato and Victor Hugo,

Left them behind like they were Pluto,

I got an addiction to using blow,

l'm not afraid to cut you up like Van Gogh,

You should fear me like Skid Row,

Face it, you lost long ago.