Some battle rap

I don't care if you big you stare at a cig and want it lit

Give a shit about a kid or two kids fuck it you ain't lucid

So bet your money, your jewels, your honey but y'all fools

Bet your house in the south or shut your mouth or budge

You can judge it, never mind fuck it, you find treasure, chuck it

Actually screw it, I casually blew it, I fucking knew it

I ain't fluent in Ebonics but I'm rudest "Fuck! Shit! Clitoris!"

I hit all your bosses too bad for all your losses you had

When I need your stat I see dissing about wealth

When I read your rap I shout and I'm pissing myself

In a mob as an undercover baker I #need dough

So I #knead dough I rediscover another paper

I'm more evil than Castro is that even legal

Don't end up like Anto that fucking weasel

He'll offend people and still seem feeble not equal

Hope there's no sequel for a pope like medieval