Hitman Gone Rogue

Hi Jason

 

Dagger, I prop dagger because she’s better than average, your below average,

Got the game on lock, elevate like it’s gravitational ravage.

Jason, you a bitch, bitch, talkin’ all that weak ass trash,

Dagger’s got potential, while your flow’s a dumpster flash.

Tentacles ugly, wrapped around your bars like a curse,

Every time you spit, I swear it’s a lyrical hearse.

I’m Tewsly, the hitman gone rogue with this pen,

Spillin’ verses like venom, strike first, never amend.

You think you big? Dog, you ain’t even a fraction,

I’m spittin’ fire like a dragon with no fear of distraction.

I’m climbin’ to the top, while you steady in the basement,

Chasin’ clout like a lost dog, what a waste of placement.

Bars will leave you gaspin’, like I’m wrappin’ you in chains,

I rain blows down on faker MCs, feel the pain.

Dagger’s the queen, while you the jester in her court,

I’m the knight with a flow, you just playin’ a retort.

Step your game up, we crush weak with every word,

You lost in the noise, while my lines are razor-sharp birds.

Dagger’s got the power, while you spin in circles,

Step aside, little homie, I’m here to break these hurdles.