aca 1.30 (max)

Fuck goliath, I don't need a slingshot/ but I will sling shots that spin tops/ These rounds will hit the extremities of his ear drums like a rimshot/ stay relentless, my intenseness is not dropping, no stopping like pringles after the lids popped/ Turn his white flesh black and red when I hit him with 4 more rounds like putting on fresh Bridgestone's at a pit stop/ He'll know what time it is when his chins clocked/ Face'll throw hands that make his limbs flop/ Then watch him drop/ Let's face facts, I ain't calling him straight trash but I'm clearly in another weight class so this can never be a licensed fight/ But if it's an exhibition my strike precision will slight his vision and have him thinking I'm tryna hide from sight/ I dont know whether he's a street fighter, beast writer or beat rider but I'll beat either, call me the big boss and to go against me u gotta catch an M Bison flight/ I'll give him a hostile reception, his shots I'll deflect em, no bars connecting like he can't get the service from his provider right/ Leave this pussys flesh with markings like tiger sripes/ Apply the knife/ To his windpipe and slice/ Blow this little insect up so he's dyin a mite (dynanite)/ Most of the lines I write/ Stress brains and go over heads like jet planes which explains why he can never climb my heights/ even if he digs deep his best punches are kinda light/ And I'll pick em apart so they won't work like a minors strike/ But lemme give this guy advice cuz he's a rookie and I'm a veteran/ Which means when push comes to shove I'll show him the ropes like wrestling/ I ain't talking deep and meaningfuls when I say I wanna connect with him/ More like body blows that burst both lungs, so in other words I'll take his 1st and his 2nd wind/