[Kasper]

I'm arm wrestling with the devil

Fork lifts bowl to poor some fruity pebble

And my fork lifts the remains of Alqueda

Try to reach the level when squach charlet the spider

The bongs higher so I'm learning to toss the lighter

Set fire to a habadab,rest in peace to the former

Kwads four we are performers

Blunt intelligence intellects with a hard persona

Toss body bags in a sauna

The heat raises the stench nd the stench is what I'm serving

Got a pocket filled with posies

And my chain is made of serpents

Exquisite verses, and I written them in cursive

Kasper spits the crack nd the dope is without the curses

Blacker when I rap, like the black top with a donut

My high top actions is what makes rock the mic like sharona

Spanards sipping on corona, while posting on bodegas

My bars are brain shakers,these lyrics are drum beaters

My words antagonizing ether,i like my light skin feature

Im buck tooth beaver with a gap to fit a beaker

Despite these flaws my raps remain flawless

Entadres tougher to knock you out nd leave u toothless

Kasper is physical ruthless

Grab a bat and call me babe cuz I be beating her Ruth

Less critisize about despite the gap inside mouth

This body bag is to big to fit inside my houses