[Intro]

It’s Unknown motherfucka

Friday the sixteens, murder number six

[Verse]

Too many people hoping I don’t make it, cause I’m spitting deadly evil flows

They see the throne and know that I can take it

Single handedly, flip the switch to my humanity

And let my lyrics attack emcees, for thinking they can rap with me

I’m sayin’ I’m the best at rhymin’, haven’t sold millions

But, my flows kill shit, rappers know my skill’s intense

Claim to rock the mic, but ain’t electrifying

I’m eyebrow raising, your rhyme style’s basic

My time’s now wasted, by giving you rappers a chance

Tired of hearing yo whack sounds, being blast loud

You hyped up, to get smacked down

Yo, pen game soft, you don’t spit raw

I’m a clip you all, ya, not fit to win this war

You won’t survive these series of events

The throne is mine clearly, you guys don’t come close to my skill set

You know I have amazing style, and the dopest lyrics

All my verses will leave you wowed like Owen Wilson

[Outro]

Peace out motherfucka