SMOKE

yo, this aint barbecue, bitch, I flame-grill frauds

turn your mixtape to kindlin', spark a forest in your backyard

cremate the fake, turn your chain to a urn pendant

ash-tray lungs, you cough bars but cant handle the carbon

im the arsonist with syllables, split lip service to stitches

your flows a flatline, I defibrillate with pistol rhythm

you a piss-stain rembrandt, artificial strokes, no vision

I paint picasso with a MAC-11, splatter your exhibition

call me smokey, bear traps clamp your brittle jaws shut

your heats a bic lighter, I napalm your hardcore crutch

you drown in shallow spit, I tsunami your weak cypher

your legacys a chalk outline where my reeboks retire

im chernobyl lyricism, melt your face off like wax

shits vegan, no stakes, just soy facts

im the butcher in this rhyme game, hog-tie your false bravado

turn your diss track to sausage, pack it tight, feed it to your shadow

your clouts a leaky faucet drip-drops in a desert

I flood the scene, leave your corpse bloated, casket elastic

your a ghostwriters rough draft, scribbled on piss-stained napkins

im the quill dipped in venom, snake-charmer with apathy tactics

your crews a graveyard shift zombies clockin' in for nothing

im the sun they cant face, third-degree their hustle to bubbling

lungs blacker than coal, still coughin' up diamonds

you choke on cubic zirconia, fake shine, synthetic timing

I dont spit, I hemorrhage verses, leave ERs in panic

your verse is a band aid on a shotgun wound, tragic, aint it?

your names a sticky note on the industrys fridge, peel it

im the stove you cant touch, melt your ego to liquid

you want smoke? heres a hurricane of lit kerosene

scorch your rep to a crisp ashes aint got no self-esteem