You won, I think this is reversed With these hot bars, your burned Your wack ass lyrics, that I’m concerned Your lyrics are good because you curse No your bars are the worse Your a fucking girl having a purse King of rapping that I can achieve Being smart, having lyrics in my sleeve Think you can beat me, so naive Weak ass body I’m gonna squeeze Bars so sick, abouta spread a disease Bars so hot it turns up the degrees These bars hotness is abouta increase I’m ain’t Mr.Nice, I don’t need peace All these hot bars Im abouta release A tie? remember I hate peace These lyrics are not even my masterpiece Killed you in a single verse, I’m a cannibal Killed you in one roast, I’m a criminal Your lyrics are wack but it‘s admirable I’m King Kong, I want to rumble Your winning chance is terrible Talk bad about me, there will be trouble Win against me is almost impossible Be smart and make it possible My rapping skills that’s unstoppable I want to be that glorious king So your girls that I be fucking Rapping emotionally it’s not touchingThe win of the outcome I am judging Your bars that your are struggling I’m winning, your reputation is suffering Your rap skills that are not even something King of rapping I am becoming