Killshot (1v1 In justpasteit)

Haha

Matic boutta killshot, Better pill pop,

Cause I still got my bars instilled,

Into your head, causing brainrot, still insane

Glocked my pen in my hostler as I take shots

Trapped In a box, drivin' you deranged, you missed my shots,

My mind is a recycling bin, you'll fall endlessly, don't expect it to end,

Takin' it off and, might need eye-wear, by the time this ends,

This is a nightmare, a fever dream, my devilish schemes,

This is my killshot see Why risk what you never had,

My scope extends, it'll be the end I'm glad, You're in my sights

Don't even try to take a jab, my lead is in your head

As I carbine short shots, staccato lines,

Let me empty my barrel, full of rhymes

My wordplay is like a knife, cause I'm cutthroat,

I have the upmost bars, don't even try, it nearly impossible to survive

Its real pitiful, seeing you try

but its futile, almost useless, Unable goal

With my paper full, at least I'm capable

Your in debt, better pay in full, I got My pencil in

I'm like an infection, better take my pencil out, to stop the spreadin'

My killshot, no remorse or question, but should I mention,

All the bars that would be over your head, without explanation,

This is gonna turn to real desperation, but lets partake in,

Your funeral, when your put in further incasement,

Better learn your placement, grab some anticipation,

Boutta taste my fist, in your face and,

Who else want it, rosti, often fell,

Passin' L's, tossin' shells, at his bars, I'm not hesitating,

Killshot I will not fail, you just about talk, and I'm ill,

Takin' shots and I will, hopin' your grave is deep enough to tell,

plummeting 1000 feet into hell, as i rape the dictionary,

Your spitin' its fictionary.