Locution

Why all these new rappers sound the same

They soundin' lame

They all "lil'" at the start like they got the same first name

I might have to roast these bois so turn up the flame

Hall of flame, hall of fame

I might have to lay claim

To there old bitches with there maiden names

But all the stuff they talking about it's the same old story

That bores me

They want all the glory

Whilst i'm tryin' to be an allegory

With all of your stone in your inventory

You'll be mining a quarry

With your attitudes all derogatory

When you enter my territory

You'll be skewered like a yakitori

And your oratory is a lavatory

It'll come crashing down with your multi-story building

Line all you rappers up and you know i'll be killing

So far your losing this game

So by the time i'll be winnin'

My destiny be fulfilling

And the fear i'm instilling

Chillin' like a villian

With a couple of schillings

In my pocket

A cutpurse in the night with a gold locket

Pacemaker!