im about to take you off your feet with all this heat on this sick beat.heat feels like a sting from a bee burn levels third degree.i rap i dont sing when i rap i bling.im like gold my talent i never sold.my raps are bold and they arnt cold.there is power in my bars they powerful like v12s in cars.you are a mosquitoe im about to add spice to this burrito.bout to spit more heat we aint done so take a seat.my raps arnt garbage they have a strong taste like garlic.im about to put you in reality then pull you down like gravity.i am a savage but i might be a average at this rap game bout to feel the pain that will drive you insane.now i came.this rap isnt the worst cuz i spit fire in one verse.now im in my element your just a spec of sediment.look the heat that you dealt just got you melt i will cut you up into so many peices your funeral will be on a conveyer belt.you just felt all the power of my lines they kind of sour.