Out of Time

I’m gonna prove that today isn’t my day, cause I own the whole year even your birthday.Don’t worry cause with what I’m about to say, I’ll turn you into clay, because I’m bouta mold your day Give me your money cause you gotta pay to play and slay and today might be your day, hand it over or I’ll pull out the Glock. (BLATT)Gettin nervous and you look at the clock, realizing your outta time. (TICK) (Get the heck outta here boy you can’t even rhyme, Your probably getting old cause your hairs turning gray. Y’all forgot todays my daaay) (Pause for a few sec) To survive me, you have to try me, or un-alive me, cause I’m like Slim Shady, im moving so hastily I’m your new god so pray to me.Im So high up on the top, NO im boutta get the drop yo mama run its da fast opps.(RUUUUNNN)But wait I can change the drama plot, your rhymes so old they ‘bouta rot.I can calm down and take it slow, when I need to I hit the beat like Bam, Bam, Bam, Bam. (I'll be your new foe, you walked right into my new show, being precise with these rhymes like shooting a bow, my time is up cause I gotta go.)