[Mike Parker]
I'm guessing you're expecting a lesson in chemical reaction
Or extending plastic weighted gun bars if you wanna toy with recapping
The very air I breathe will tarnish your shine but an elemental d**h needs no autopsy
Cause you're left nothing but salty when I flush Pota**ium from this body
Your delivery's damn fragile, carefully handled with no damage received
Calling yourself a male man / mailman but your package always comes unsealed and fatigued
When I box this up you'll be addressed as nothing but a parcel of history
Cause when I hit the slot I'm going f**in postal with this delivery
Label a K on your coffin but Rest In Peace will never be centering this co*ks plot
Cause when this post goes social it's no secret everyone will see his dead letterbox drop
Losses to Canada, UK and the US must have left a bad taste in your mouth
So you moved to Australia cause we got beef thinking you'd only get grazed if you take your war south
You hid outback to try riding tracks then joined the tourney to regain your pride
But got whipped by an untanned stiff in the first round, that was rawhide / raw Hyde
You couldn't stomach a rare serving now you'll be burnt by just one of my takes
Lay you to rest but there'll be no blood left after you're grilled when I raise the steaks / stakes
If you think that's overdone we can make this more than a casual rendezvous
Cause I'll leave you hitting the gas mate / Gasmate and getting flamed like an annual barbecue
This match was lit before you showed up and now this bore / boar is getting smoked
Because he's already choked like a pig on the spit with a fruit shoved down his throat
[Pota**ium]
Mike's frivolous, close to pushin' daisies with each delivered sentence, this bloke's wack
I'm Saint Nicholas, I slayed/sleighed my way to deliver presence
.. But wait.. You the one getting squeezed into the smoked stack
Facing top tiers? you were hesitant, you were nobody until droid made you relevant, you lacked the
Wits back then, deleted all your battle verses, cause you wasn't tight and now you feel the fight!?
But ima hook you up with that L,P since you think you're a k**er, Mike
You depict fake struggle when you live within the middle cla** bubble
You said it yourself "Good sports, good grades, good mates, great estates"
But you embraced the false image, preach what you never went through and advocate it
How am I suppose to fear what your packin'when your baggage is fabricated?
They said my delivery was weak, bring more animation to my speech, aight cool
Keep spitting that fairy tale/tail and you won't get out of here in one piece
Battling me? Mike's keen to fade, history repeats, another mike's getting bleached
This Finna be your d**h, note the a**ailant, the soul eater that wrenched clowns
The pen reaper, One punch, Man down!
This beast has done wars, fallen and put to the test
I've ceased the gun bars , but I could still put pieces to the chest
You've rooked the ma**es from left to right with your make believe rhymes, this scuffle's a light fight
Im the pinnacle, if you think you could win beside the King, then you going night night!
I done ate pawns upfront, but it's been a rough start, been hearing my name in slurred talks
Reclaimed the mida's touch the second half of the year
2 in the bag, now I'm about to put this bish up to the third box
From now on
My eyes locked on prevalent battlers who pierce, labeled a vet, or the ones with the verse to blow
They want me to move on these squares, and you got the lightest set, so you the first to go
They gonna say I lacked personals, but this style is More than a ton's worth
This is it, Mike's about to dip out, The con's hurt/concert
Oh and I bet you my life that he's got a 'K' bar in his verse