The Death Of GodsBane

I'm throwing real punches while you're throwing low blows, Oh you're bringing out the gat bitch this ain't no tic tak toe, get out of here with your shit ass flow, I'm on a role, how many times do I gotta tell ya I'm not here for the fame I'm just here to make a name spittin rhymes like a drone, so you better watch your tone, I'm sitting high on my throne, and you're in the danger zone, you're gonna lose again you really should've known, I'm gonna drag your ass down, under ground cuz you're hellbound, get your ass outta my town, are you scared now your pants are stained shit brown, You ain't no lebron all you've done was get dunked on, you really shouldn't have challenged me cuz now your rap career isn't gonna last long, You're right you cant be saved I'm already digging your grave, you were dead all along, that was a nice song but it ain't gonna beat me my punchlines are too strong, You sound like the type of guy that wears his sisters thong, I know that's a fucked up thing to say but I bet I ain't wrong, Leave the rap game it's obvious you don't belong, well it was nice battling ya but I'm done digging your grave so goodbye and so long