Swozelli wrecked

Everybody knows I'm relentless, homie I spit heat

wouldn't return hostility if ya' gave me a receipt

but MaleV finna' beat you and then lecture you

you're a faggot in the closet, that's my conjecture to

this little scrawny kid making fun of people's names

a goomba who got stomped, versus bowser in this lyrical game

I was born a miracle babe, spittin' satirical flames

you're a material fake, a source of cynical shade

I could grab a sharp blade, and skewer you with the handle

sacrificing virgins, somebody get me a candle

I don't need a lighter, don't worry, I bring the fire

my lines are sharp, painful, and to the point, like barbwire

you claimed you fucked Syna's mom, you must have paid her money

cuz you're not smooth or wicked, and you get none of the honies

either that, or you committed rape, and ended up in jail

then Big Bubba's dick was placed directly into your tail(bone)

I guess that's why you stay at home, you have trauma and experience

either you're too gay to get a girl, or you're fearing it

you got a dick in your ass, and you don't wanna tell anyone

I'mma keep going, even though I know I already won

Murky dissected your rhymes, and they were shitty

your lines sound like reflection of yourself, and it's fitting

it's about time, to chop this buster like Cloud Strife

my devout life says I'm gonna go pound your mom, aight?