My hats low coolin in the back row
Smacking with raps sk**s fill the wallet fatso
Guap chasing, cop evading master
One blast put a wack rapper in his casket
Misfit youth, grins when he scripting grim sh**
Hard as shin splints tryna sprint in the Olympics
Rock a mic, reaper status slice em with the scythe he write with
Grime rhymes, trash talking like 90s mike Tyson
No lisp though, up sticks his fists bold
Tell a chick sip slow, she's hip for the stick bro
They can't stand this n***a like they legs broke
Bread getter, sets ahead, better than the retched folk
Or ratchet as the avid whipper snappers say
Splatter jibber jabbering rats, feed em to some rattlesnakes
Emcees shouting like their ears jammed
Baking greats to quake a place, have the chandelier slam
Goof later with the fruits of my labor
Flame spit, anguish lames live in major danger
Off another brother like Cain did Abel
Manger raised in, making grade A pages for the ages
Ace of spade came to cop the top dollar quantity
Stop the slop, or get ya top chopped like lobotomy
Not the shirt
Cam bring lots of hurt
Bops jock co*k, til he rot in a versace hearse