Boy im the man nickname should be Ma**a
b**h its king phantom,no time for you caspers
Flow cold as alaska
97 when ga**ed up
I light them and ash them
My bars are my blasters
Megaman with my metaphors
Got my competitors in menopause
They watching how i do it
I do it like Nike swoosh sign me off
Ugh
Boy wanna do it
No talking get to it
On these beats i spit like im toothless
Beef in these streets like Kunta im ruthless
So you picking your poison-like arsenal
I burn him him and turn his body into ash i bodied and urned him
So no Kevin hart but today i learned him
That yo u better have the fire crew
Or else i will expire you
Think you champ round 1 i will retire you
See i don't retire dude
Cause i don't get tired my dude
When im tired i pit stop and retire dude
Cause i do it like Dale Earnhardt was lubing my tires dude
But i do i ain't bluffing
You boys do a lot
A lot of nothing
Claim to be hard but soft was muffins or stuffing in bears
The end is near but i ain't done yet the beat gasping for air
Im snapping whats left but i don't right cause im a lefite or cause i free styled it
? with thoughts right i left them