yo yo yo
you're Feeet ain't shit cuz i swing quicker than Usian Bolt
look into my past and you'll see a graveyard full of dying foes
my style is tougher than strong metal
in this olympic shit i'm winning gold fuck a Bronze Medal
son you spitting straight from the dumpster with a flow straight garbage
up in this shit tryinna show everyone your fake knowledge
Julius Caser situation i came here to the temple of darks
i'm on some Wu Tang shit i'll chop youre ass so your homies can try reassemble the parts
i got fifty bullets locked and loaded being sent thru your heart
trynna 'Spark a Flame' when your fucking lyrical art is lame
i get on the stage grab the mic from your hand son pass that
when you spit i seeen better shit come out my ass crack
rapping ain't your thing son, stick to heavy metal
you cudn't make 2 cents off the streets being a petty rebel
you say writers become riddlers well you definatly that cuz you a joke
i'm the type of cat to stand in the crwod and shoot the pope
muthafucka you think a few little negative shit can hold me back
you should start playing drumbs screaming at the top of your lungs
cuz your lyrics all is wack.
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