Stalingrad

Don’t be a traducer beggars never be choosers who abuse sore losers and wake up all of the snoozers, Lady boss you’re a bruiser, attack like a barracuda, I write raps like Pablo Neruda, jet like a scooter, sharpshooter Genovesan, no man’s land, stepping like I’m a god but I’m no Jehovah’s witness and I demand release your gat from your hand as I stand as I plan to win the battle understand? Let me break it down like enzymes, or chemical compounds not a Nazi but I’ll Pound you like Ezra like Ice Cube said now I gotta wetcha, wreck shop till you drop, like a weasel you pop I’m a monkey going ape taste the sour grapes as surfeit of defeat will deplete your rhymed which are most unique, this is Stalingrad so you better retreat