My hats low coolin in the back row

Smacking with raps skills fill the wallet fatso

Guap chasing, cop evading master

One blast put a wack rapper in his casket

Misfit youth, grins when he scripting grim shit

Hard as shin splints tryna sprint in the Olympics

Rock a mic, reaper status slice em with the scythe he write with

Grime rhymes, trash talking like 90s mike Tyson

No lisp though, up sticks his fists bold

Tell a chick sip slow, she's hip for the stick bro

They can't stand this nigga like they legs broke

Bread getter, sets ahead, better than the retched folk

Or ratchet as the avid whipper snappers say

Splatter jibber jabbering rats, feed em to some rattlesnakes

Emcees shouting like their ears jammed

Baking greats to quake a place, have the chandelier slam

Goof later with the fruits of my labor

Flame spit, anguish lames live in major danger

Off another brother like Cain did Abel

Manger raised in, making grade A pages for the ages

Ace of spade came to cop the top dollar quantity

Stop the slop, or get ya top chopped like lobotomy

Not the shirt

Cam bring lots of hurt

Bops jock cock, til he rot in a versace hearse