803 flex battle

You ain't fuckin no one's bitch, that ain't yo nitche

You better fly out like a fintch, or you gettin hit with bars

feelin like a wrench, showin you to be the wretch you are

I'm showin I'm a star on my celestial-shit,

but right now i'm poppin off, call me a shooting star

You need to get to booting hard, fuck up out my yard

I'm bout to embark on a lyrical bombardment,

No pardon for anyone alive, or fallen,

callin out, only fallen now, now i'm lollin out

while bodies get taken out, get taken out

know that I'm bakin out, can't relate

to this pure hate, fascinate, immasculate

and I still ain't spittin no gibberish hate

hand out the fact that I'm spellin out yo fate

 

I'm novacane with no restraint

you over-quaint, fuckin fifties dame,

got only just enough game to fuck fifty yearold dames

just know I'm flexin while I'm blessin these fifty, filthy, flirtatious dames