narcissist

going in on this beat fire in the booth but I call it heat You can't handle the truth so take a seat aye You look like a pedophile you smell vile this flow is my style you not ready You looking pretty unsteady Your softer than a lil teddy I'm up next I'm blessed And destined For success I asses my rhymes doing it time to time you can call me busta rhymes cos I'm lyrically narcissistic And my bars are artistic