hahah, nah haha, nah yeah, he didn't even get it...line was blue up the scene-- psh ahh I'm off it I'm caustic, regurgitating fire each time I vomit Get off my lawn, kid The grass is greener on me,. I farmed it You must've -- lost it you lost this battle - I'll pause it Player 2 Ass, them views musta played your eye so you set your aim on em Your plagiarized all your lines -- didn't have one without my name on it said my name so many times, felt like you payin homage Tiptoeing through the hallways, they stay haunted What happened to the rhymes, you pawned em off? sold em for candy bars homie let the chocolate talk (hee hee) I like armpits, I like the smell I'm sicker than ill, I'm unwell can't you tell yeah I get nasty my face betwixt the ass cheeks She cream, Ate it hope u brought enough for the whole class im desperate enough to suck whole ash hole post-humously im lickin at the fumes suckin the whole gash makin her goon even it leakin papa jon gon eat give me a pizza that stankin roast beef lap it up and still and even had enough ash to mouth make a homie gone to rear my tongue burnin oh no i think she got the ria green gang bussin her posterior im makin her make shapes like pottery frostin on the cake, decorate her interior ion give a fuck long as she still breathin makin comic sounds like onomatopoeia my dick heat seekin seepin through the jeans peepin through the seams makin a teepee showerin, rainin down gold bars like peepee i bet he's seething , cowering, secretly pining for a master beating you lil beady eyed freak if the first shot got you queasy, the second one will drop you you thought itd be easy i aint even pounce u yet big paws, big cats turn you to riff raff break you kids in half like kit kats what kinda masochist is begging to get blasted, im firin back shots now get back clap back attackin he practically askin for disasters aint no body fightin for your masters I ghost pirates so when I see the flying dutch man i blow sirens, and hold irons if you think you measure up, well go higher so tired, sendin em straight to davy jones locker you out of your depp sparrow, the chrome fires starin at the bottom of the barrel hail pharaoh, you aint got no buyers im feral, get sat, i got the sauce like cosby prelude to Quaaludes talkin shit will get you nicked at night no one ever tell you to pick your fights the shiv ignite burn the witch at the stake like the ancient rites thought you was frozen now i gotta super suit up you face to face with the iron, man still will fuck you up got the midas touch gold fingers with silver hands you cyber punk rhymes are marvelous shove em down your throat so you can gargle em oh shit right no super hero lines i put the comic book down oh what cause you didnt get references? look now, did you seek deep to dissect the shit your fans gon cause an exodus while I flex on this big paws, big cats turn you to riff raff break you kids in half like kit kats what kinda masochist is begging to get blasted, im firin back shots now get back oh they want a spectacle got me twissin up my testicles, torsion so good they axin for second portions tore open a portal through your girl orifices she movin towards it cause she horny, contortin, rearranging her organs fill er hole up with endorphins got her flyin in orbit dont be short wit me ill retort with more than jokes bitch please im six feet more than you could ever be you aint never gon be clever nuff to sever me Hey siri disconnect this leech For my next trick i'll make nice just leave hol on no speech detected, just say my name again it might get you respected thought you woulda raised the bar but your last verse only exposed how fake you are oh you thought i wouldnt notice you wasnt K lamar, know this record shows you folded to these crazy bars you gon regret crossin pens with the apocalypse im blowin up the damn page its the infinity war and now we in the end game when the dust settle i hope the truth is clear i aint steal a song -- i stole your whole career big paws, big cats turn you to riff raff break you kids in half like kit kats zack brown, the clown, dont get down like that, man down that's nice, whose that oh yeah that dude who was caught LACKING (hahahahah) hahah you lacking the practice cant be a has been if you never had it (hahahahahaha) not a celebration its a victory lap
