Allow me to introduce myself....eh..what up people..
Soooo....
Walk Away..It's Meticulous...the man you'll fear soon...
Stalking prey..Villainous.....a werewolf under a clear moon..
Who will be the next victem...That's ur best...Get Em...
All i see is stretched punches...a lil flow..but less rhythm..
Couldn't do this if you were that bars...that was fiyah in '02..
Using caps to highlight syllables tho..that was never cool..
Eff it..
Cancel Culture should've Canceled Culture 3..
Your an artist eh...that why u sit at home & Sculpture me...
Vulture's agree...i got their seal of approval..
Whoever in my path will need roadkill removal...
I'm here now...all u battler's...let's beef then...
Bout to leave boucoo's of extemities hanging off tree limbs...
The thrill of the hunt...we're all killer's by nature..
U may spit fire...but what i spit turns Godzilla 2 Vapor...
So grit if u like....wishing to fight..
I turn conniption fits into fright with a twist of the knife...
Yall not sick on the mic....the mic is sick of ya type..
Got hoes, bitches, n dykes but never had a chick in ya life...
I can tell when ya lying...what u sell...i aint buying..
Hope u wiped the prints off all those shells u firing..
Being competitive's fine...but with repetitive lines..
On a scale from 1-10....your a negative 9...
So and So's ill.....etc...grinds..
I'm like a terminator...alien...and predator combined...
You'll respect the pen regardless..whether u love or hate me...
If only u hadnt crossed the line n wore shoes as big as K.D.'s..
The feeling might be mutual...till then...u look shootable...
Your voice of reason sounds like a mime in a musical..
Take my time when its suitable....but what i find inexcusable...
Weak Writer's get the hype while dope one's stuck in a cubicle..
I got no friends here...nobody to sway votes in my favor....
So if i lose...its purely bias....all of u folks in danger...
Bout ta bruise a bunch of ego's.....make u step ya pen game up...
I'm a golden goose...surrounded by black swans & lame ducks..
If I bite the bullet...I return fire...and spit lead..
German's see Me coming...n yell blitzkrieg..
What's that tell u...im the wrong 1 to trifle with...
Tower over rappers...How's the view from the Eiffel, bitch??
Glorious...Ain't it...U might see birds fly by my knee caps..
Remember when Snoop crushed the buildings..it's time to evac..
Get curb stomped.....i dont dilly dally or waste breath...
Now the concrete jungle can sample ur blood 4 a taste test!!
Embrace death with open arms and closed palms..
Tranquility's tiresome....the weary grows calm....
Respect...
Salute....
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