Fist full of goal’s my post belong in the hero’s hall of fame
Aiming high while you’re a pedestrian lyrical cosmopolitan rhymer
Think you can spar with more flows than a genetic recessive retard
I feed harder than an alligator in the sewers fighting a 6ft tall Bat
Rapidly tap on the bullhorn while battling storm
I yawn when I provide the claustrophobia for her to shrink too
I spit sea food, deeper than we’d do
My submergence is like Moby Dick, always hunting and shit
Spit cha tar pit I’m gnarly than Harley Davidson bikes with no spokes on the tires
Come with theories than only those with hyper intel on the crimson mask
Gets my wrath like body bags on the freeway doing about 30 miles a day