KILLSHOT

you fat fucking piece of shit

you know my rhymes are lit

what a diss

hit or miss

tell me what the fuck is this

you the worst

you wetter than beserke

you a jerk

and you still leaving a smirk when you get in trouble

living in a bubble

when you walk you stumble

your burgers are double

you aint humble

im ready to rumble , all you do Is mumble

your pride's gonna crumble

you aint got no muscle

always in a hustle

your life is a puzzle yeah

 

why everybody think that im a rapper im an artist

I just rap for fun and still do hit my hardest

where the heart is

started in the abyss

extreme twisted bliss

im not a myth

your just a spoiled dish

your hands smell like fish

I just do what I wishhhhhhhh

 

nah this is not a game this is not a test

whats the point of rapping if I aint trynna be the fucking best.

started writing poetry then I had an epitheny and instantly

started meshing words into a sympathy

exaculating patterns and delivering them brilliantly

that go into your minds so I can paint a vivid imagery

and save you from the trash that you've been listening to literally.

 

someone from some unknown country cocky as fuck

how you the janitor but am the one that's mopping you up

bitch keep licking buckets till you stocky as fuck

you fake hoe

aint no drain by the time am blocking you up yeah.