Ready wit a machete i'm getting to shredding your flesh it's perpetual mess so grotesque not a piece of you left at the scene no more dreams of you hitting it clean on a track cause your whack it's a shame to the game how your making the claim that you're faster than me i'm a master you see and i'm climbing with diamonds retracting not shining faster than lightning masterful frightening bash yer skull right in no need for Vicodin cause you losing your nitrogen don't fuck with Mike again you walk while i'm cycling you're just not the type to win puffing up his chest like an overstuffed muffin at his best is a b cup wearing Capri cuts what the fuck Jesus this boy's got problems we can solvem no harming just marking you a target on the mic you starving for the crown but i'm hauling in flight like a Martian light speed a million times faster than an ostrich you're an imposter thinking he's a boss kid you just lost kid preposterous step into my office and crack under the pressure like a crawfish i'mma do a jig cause this is saw bitch flipping a broad switch taking raw shits in your closet you amazed that i'm still pulling monstrous humongous trauntings that are daunting you to the point that you can't sleep something haunting you at night waking up sweating and coughing i feel your resolve softening.....