"GOLD BARS" SNIPPET

Find me at the end of the rainbow sitting on gold bars like a Leprechaun. Battle me and you won't be lasting long. You better put your armor with some teflon on. I'm running on these tracks, just like a marathon. You lack foundation like a bastard's son. I smoke the mic just like a chesterson. Fights with me they can't be won, cuz I'm the champion. You bitches sound like how I imagined Smeagol raps. I'm spitting heat on tracks. I'm savage like medieval traps. Rappers come with legal threats, because I'm spitting lethal tracks. Battle me, you have no sequels left. My evil raps cut deep in flesh. Who wants to try me next? Who wants to fight me back? Despite attacks, I spit so fast that time resets. I deliver bombs like fucking fighter jets. I'll dissolve you like I'm spitting acids. I leash out and I crack whips. Don't flip the bad switch. Don't battle me, you need more practice. You say you got bars, but I beat them with my ad libs.