Challenge accepted now I gotta wreak it, Check it, got this lyrical muscle ima flex it. Foes they get bested, hoes get rested, It’s really all the same if you get my message. Wait, let me simplify, I’m the kind of guy that you test then die, Put em in the ground with the rest them lie, A beast from the streets of the east, N.Y. I, will effortlessly bury you, scare your crew, Heed this verse as the illest parable or perish too. Ask them D.O.D. Dudes how the Ryda do, Bet they’ll tell you that the Double S. is the fuckin truth. Spit it like an animal, eat em like a cantaloupe, Man that’s kind of cannibal, but they like an antelope. Maybe I’m a lycanthrope going for the throat, Or the mother fucking GOAT. The best there is and the best there was, The best there ever will be like Hitman cuz. 51.50 I rep it for the ward, If you’re coming to the gun fight you never bring a sword. Or, It’s crickets for you bitches. Quiet! #Crickets.