a thing of the past

I got rhymes for days, they say im like a king Im spitting punchlines that will make your ears ring I never waste time every bars on point My rhymes so hot ,they’ll make the mic joint Im like a surgeon with these words, precise my incisions Leave my competitors wondering how i make these decisions My punchline game strong, couldnt be stronger Im a lyrical assassin, rhyme scheme longer You might have some jokes that are worth a laugh But when it comes to rap, you’re a thing of the past Chorus: My punchlines hit hard they’ll knock you out flat My rhymes so cold they’ll give you hypothermia like that Im the master of the punch, im the king of the rhyme Im the rap heavyweight, you cant handle whats mine