Verse 1:
Sick with Cancer
Move your body like a dancer
Never ask any thin' 'bout me cause am the gangster
Flier than a fly am, dropping
See, am still underground but I am still deeper than a basement
Boombaptist detonating bombs like BOOM BOOM KABOOM!
Still figuring who I am!
Me so talented, I measure me rap sk**s in centimeters
But, am taking a gentle drive with some friends
Now am k**ing rappers like a fiend
With my talons like pins
Verse 2:
Boombaptist! Rampaging a campaign
That's why I set a camp torturing all these fake a** rappers
Seth got his face stuck with some banners
It was raining made some puddles
Mama made some noodles
I know that it wasn't supposed to be a riddle
But hey, Boom-baptist's gonna make it smooth and easy