(Verse 1) I’m a lyrical predator, check the metaphorical flow, My words cut through beats, like a sharp sword’s blow. I’m a verbal assassin, spitting lines that hit hard, Punchlines so fierce, they’ll leave scars on your boulevard. I’m the king of this rap game, call me the ruler, My metaphors run deep, like an underground sewer. I’m slick with my words, like oil on a slick road, Leaving competitors shook, like a fault line that’s about to explode. I’m a heavyweight contender, knocking out emcees, My punchlines hit like a freight train, causing casualties. I’m the architect of rhymes, building verses that stand tall, Metaphors so vivid, they’ll paint pictures on your mental wall. I’m a wordsmith, crafting lines with surgical precision, Metaphors sharp as a blade, causing lyrical incisions. I’m the fire in the booth, spitting flames with every breath, My metaphors burn tracks, leaving ashes of death. I’m a lyrical phenomenon, a force to be reckoned, Punchlines hit your eardrums, leaving heads spinning like records. I’m the master of wordplay, twisting phrases with finesse, Metaphors so complex, they’ll leave your mind in distress. I’m a rap innovator, pushing boundaries with my art, Metaphors flow through my veins, pumping through my heart. I’m the mic controller, spitting rhymes with pure aggression, Punchlines hit like bullets, leaving emcees in depression. I’m a rap prodigy, destined for greatness on this track, Metaphors flow effortlessly, like a river flowing back. I’m the rap game’s nightmare, haunting your dreams, Punchlines so lethal, they’ll shatter your self-esteem. I’m a rap phenomenon, breaking barriers with my verse, Metaphors so potent, they’ll make your mind immerse. I’m the rap game’s MVP, taking the crown with ease, Punchlines hit like thunder, bringing emcees to their knees. So remember my name, as I dominate this rap scene, Metaphors and punchlines, the weapons in my rap machine. I’m the lyrical genius, leaving you in awe and wonder, With 32 bars of pure metaphoric thunder.