You look like a fake ass wanna be donnald trump You got the tupae and the belly bump You need to take a vow of silence like a monk B4 you fuck up N Get fucked up And i dont mean off of drugs Your a wanna be thug So go ahead and hold a grudge You Illuminati fuck I see your strategy Make everyone mad at me So you you can happily slide on by like a serpent That aint workin i can see you lerkin Your career is hurtin so you attack me But your lacking the proper ammunition to complete to mission So in an instant your career is gone You look like a dry rotted toll doll thats been infested with maggots You look like a faggot Get tapped and need a bandage Im SAVAGE! My rhymes are made of steel Your rhymes are held by stilts Where you come from men where kilts But the whiskeys great You can get the audince drunk enough you dont get boo'd off stage You dug your own grave STRIKE420....