[Kasper]
I'm arm wrestling with the devil
Fork lifts bowl to poor some fruity pebble
And my fork lifts the remains of Alqueda
Try to reach the level when squach charlet the spider
The bongs higher so I'm learning to toss the lighter
Set fire to a habadab,rest in peace to the former
Kwads four we are performers
Blunt intelligence intellects with a hard persona
Toss body bags in a sauna
The heat raises the stench nd the stench is what I'm serving
Got a pocket filled with posies
And my chain is made of serpents
Exquisite verses, and I written them in cursive
Kasper spits the crack nd the dope is without the curses
Blacker when I rap, like the black top with a donut
My high top actions is what makes rock the mic like sharona
Spanards sipping on corona, while posting on bodegas
My bars are brain shakers,these lyrics are drum beaters
My words antagonizing ether,i like my light skin feature
Im buck tooth beaver with a gap to fit a beaker
Despite these flaws my raps remain flawless
Entadres tougher to knock you out nd leave u toothless
Kasper is physical ruthless
Grab a bat and call me babe cuz I be beating her Ruth
Less critisize about despite the gap inside mouth
This body bag is to big to fit inside my houses