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My lyrics is a mix of rap and poetry

I construct all of my tracks immorally

You pussies is fake like a masked sorority

If you front on me, I give yo ass a warranty

That you'll get burned, I'm warning these fake MCs

I make 'em see I'm able to put a vacancy

In their head, my bars often so complicated

My shit defeats MCs with ease, you'd think a monster made it

I put rappers to sleep with the lyrical dexterity

Rhymes impairing these barely spitting cats, they scared of me

Allegedly, you think you're able to blurt out a nice line

But murderous rhymes of mine will murk you at night time

They leaving purple marks on skin of anyone

Either bruises or blisters 'cause they hot as the very sun

I ain't using no pistols, only lead from my pencil

In creating these sentences, my head's my utensil

The percentage of survivors of my verbal wrath is zero

If shit happens to me now, I'll be remembered as a hero

But the chance of clapping me down is nonexistent

Constantly break laws of constitution and physics

 

There's difference in your structure and atoms that are kept in me

If I ever got you clapped, it won't be felony

You prolly want our confrontation to vanish from your memory

Finna have you crawling like a maggot or a centipede

Because my words toxic like acid, strong as metal be

It was always easy to pass the class of chemistry

Counting on my semantics to do unethical, kill

And it's gotta be paid off like medical bills

My metaphors will come alive and slay you greedy foes

The three wishes I asked for made the genie fold

You'd probably lay off rapping if you made a mill'

You can't call yourself a true MC then, your shit ain't for real

If you use a ghostwriter, you never in the convo

If you disagree or front, you peasants get a hot blow

I'm a combination between Hussein and devil

I got more rhymes than Bruce Wayne do papes

The freak MCs get eaten by blue flames, you claim

You won't lose games we play, but today, you'll meet two saints

One's me on mic and one's Christ, in rap I'll lose faith

The day booze rains from the sky, on top of G's but fuck Andrew Tate

The weird methods of spitting of this dude's inhumane

It's easy to get dirty like you put on new paint

Believe me, it ain't worth it to have a removed brain

But you forgot about me, the real top of the food chain

I'm screaming and shouting, arousing the demons

I'm wilding and feasting, clowning on people

Claim your shit is the bomb, but not even miners dig it

I don't ever hold back, I pillage who I like to pillage

I know you fuck with this, so come here, don't fight the feeling