Sit Down Boy!

He had his fun, now it’s my turn Alright, gloves off, brass knuckles on, Kid shaking in his shoes like he don’t belong. I ain’t just here to win, I’m here to scar your soul, Leave your name in the dirt where the worms patrol. You prayed for a draw? I came for the kill, I’m the nightmare you wake to when the night stands still. Your rhymes weak as water, your flow just stutters, I’m a wolf in the booth — you a lamb for the butchers. Crowd lean in, they can smell the defeat, Before I spit a word, you already obsolete. You tryna be a legend? Boy, you barely a rumor, I’m the plague in the mic — you the patient, the tumor. Call me the reaper with a pen, I write in gravestone font, Every bar is a coffin, and you’re in the one they want. Bell rings — pray now, kid, ‘cause mercy? I don’t flaunt. {Verse 1} Look at you, think you tough ‘cause you post online, But you choke in the booth when it’s time to rhyme. All cap like a keyboard, all bark no bite, I’m the glitch in your game — end screen, goodnight. Your breath smell broke, your bars smell cheap, Only time you make hits is when you’re fast asleep. You rap like a ringtone from a flip phone era, While I spit like a storm — call me lyrical terra. I heard your last track, man, I died of cringe, The beat tapped out, it refused to binge. Your metaphors limp, your similes sick, And your flow got the pace of a YouTube clip. I see fear in your eyes when my pen ignites, I’m the wrong damn rapper you were meant to fight. I’ll roast your whole squad in a single breath, Turn your fanbase ghost like they all met death. You the discount version of a rapper’s dream, I’m the chef with the heat — you the cold canned beans. This mic’s your guillotine and your neck’s on the stage, I pull the cord, crowd roar, let the beast uncage. You’re the blooper reel, I’m the main event, I’m the scar in your career that’ll never mend. You wanted war? Congrats, you’re my latest trend. @rapfame_official @slammerskye #BeatBreakMafia #SitDownBoy