Damn

I'm a master of the pen

don't need to write shit to win

you lost by default so throw it in the bin

Superiority i show it when i spin

on a record i got more of the flows better than you ever been

I don't know you but i do know one thing

I had this on lock since the beginning

you write your shit in chalk enscripting

your so called " rhymes "

and your so called "lines"

only bars i see are serving wines

so if you're so inclined

step on my land mines

comin from my rapid expanding mind

sit on my lap and explain to me why

you think you can rap entertain but you try

to get away with wack ass plain fuckin rhymes

i got an array of kick ass slayin fuckin rhymes

i know a way of speaking tongue twistin shit on a dime

i got a fuckin' quarter million raps quartered

to make you cornered im like a Joyner and you Mr. Porter

no disrespect to either or the former

but i got attention garnered

I'm givin you detention with the raps i conjured

from nothin spawned a

book of rhymes you a fawn

I'm huntin pussies down

and takin all nine of their lives or I'm deleting your account.