I burst through your verse like a knuckle through cheek, You rhyme like a bitch with a curfew to keep, I gut beats, smear ink like a mugshot smear, You write like you scared someone might hear, My bars swing low like a tire on fire, Yours read like you wrote ‘em while suckin’ on a flyer, I piss on your buzz and drag it through gravel, You drop “deep” lines that toddlers could babble, I don’t give a fuck about who you impressed, I fold five of you into one lame-ass mess, You rap like you tryna keep neighbors asleep, I show up like bloodstains you can’t bleach, Fuck a metaphor I come raw, uncut, You rhyme like a virgin scared to nut. We ain’t your dance class clique with the smiles and snaps, We the “who-the-fuck-let-them-in” riot collapse, You hug your bars we stab ours in, And laugh while your whole little scene caves in I don’t spit bars, I spit guided exploding drones, You spit like a dude with a chaperone, I’m the type to light a match at a gas leak, You the type to cry when your podcast’s weak, Fuck your brand, your fans, your tone, You sound like a poodle tryin’ to claim the bone, I snap mics in half when I breathe too fast, You perform like a scarecrow glued to his past, My bars rot teeth and stain the booth, Yours tuck in at night with some herbal truth, I piss venom, you piss excuses, Your whole squad sounds like vegan acoustic, I came to ruin your safe lil’ stage, And spit like a demon with untreated rage. We ain’t your pre-packaged, peace-sign rap We the sick fucks who beat the beat till it cracks You drop cute lines while we torch your set And dance on the ash of your self-respect I chew my tongue just to sharpen the edge, You bite your lip tryna rhyme on the ledge, Your shit’s as soft as your playlist face, I drag rhyme schemes through barbed wire grace, I’ve spit in churches, flipped off gods, You still rhyme like a bitch with a fake facade, I’m all wrong, all teeth, no leash, You’re “real deep” like a kiddie pool beach, I stain your style with my boot print soul, I ghostwrite pain you text emoji scrolls, No peace here, just fire and spite, I fuck up the booth like a barroom fight, You rhyme like a puppet with a nervous grin, I spit like I hate everything you’re in. I tear through trends like a wolf through sheep, You rhyme like a nerd beggin’ fakes for a seat, Fuck finesse, I lunge with claws, Your verse is a nap mine breaks jaws, I don’t write raps, bitch, I write scars, My pen don’t stop ‘til it’s poppin’ out hearts, You rhyme like a coward wearin’ thrifted rage, I rhyme like a lifer just snapped the cage, Each line I write is a kill you missed, I slap your name off the open-mic list, You ain’t hip hop you Target-core, And I ain’t done ’til your team’s on the floor, Motherfucker, I’m the wrong one to test, My verse is a mugshot tattooed on your chest.
