--- **"Playtime's Over"** *Verse 1:* Yo, "lyric killa," you’re a child in my kingdom, Come to my court and get served your eviction. Call me 11? Boy, I’m a savage with no age, While you scribble with crayons, I’m burnin’ the page. You’re soft as a pillow, I’m swingin’ like guillotines, Every line’s a knockout, I’m breaking your little dreams. You think you’re a killa? More like a mime, 'Cause every time you spit, you just wastin' my time. *Hook:* I’m the beast in the booth, you're a toy on the shelf, I eat rappers like you for my breakfast and health. You’re out of your league, can’t swim in these flows, Drownin’ in syllables, no one will know. *Verse 2:* Your rhymes are a joke, your delivery’s a clown, Talkin’ all big, but you ain't wearin’ the crown. I heard your last track, barely heard a thing, You call that a diss? I call that a swing and a miss, kid. Think you’re a monster? Nah, just a pest, You stepped in my jungle; now welcome the test. Your mama’s still tucking you in, boy, admit it, While I’m stacking these bodies, you just beg for a visit. *Bridge:* I'll cut off your mic and your access to speech, Leave you in silence, the lesson I teach. You dared to diss me, now reap what you sow, I’ll bury your career, ain't nobody gon’ know. *Verse 3:* I’m pullin' no punches, I’m throwin' grenades, You stepped in the war zone, you made your grave. Think you got heat? I’ll put out your flame, When they speak of the best, they won't mention your name. You bark like a dog, but you got no bite, A mouse in my shadow, too scared of the light. I’m the king, you're a peasant, now bend at the knee, Next time you step up, come prepared for defeat. *Outro:* You're done, little boy, now go cry to your mother, You tried to come up, but you drowned in the gutter. When you rap, it's a joke; I’m erasing your pride, King Feer’s on the mic, better run and