If you didn’t know, you’re about to

Verse 1:

Okay I walk inside the building and they know that I’m a cypher fiend

You’ll be spitting fire but what’s fire to a hyperbeam?

That’s Pokémon, last night I poked your mom then wrote a song

Both we’re very easy especially after smoking bongs

Inhale, we’re getting lit then fucking

You better believe that it’s my dick she’s humping

She was eating all my meat like what a cannibal would do

So then I beat the pussy up, I call it animal abuse

I just bodied a rapper, I’m telling you the truth

Evidence provided boy, MLBRN/Melbourne is the proof

I could teach you how to do it, how to properly drop

You see, Talent is the key it’s why I’ve got it on lock

I’m word spilling and killing a million artists, Thinking they’re bars are hard is garbage

Listen I’m ripping the rhythm and if I am dissing believe that I’m hitting the target

I’m never missing with murder writtens concludes

Every sentence is a weapon, next victim is you

Verse 2:

Hi again, I’m high again

I’ve been spitting it sick, with a side of flem

You can hear it in the screams of the violence

The violins are cued for the rhyming king

But who’s that? Well that’s for you to decide

For me it’s either do it or die

I just push intruders aside and manoeuvre my rhymes

Now they’re saying I’m the shit, the manure is I

I mean you asked for war, I’m back to score with bullets aiming at your door

Before you take a shot I recommend that you should practice more

Your fake, for real you’ve got to be plastic

I mean you act like such tool I guess your mothers a ratchet

I’m back and attacking crap rappers who lack and haven’t adopted skill

You don’t want to be there (No) I’m going in back for the kill

Boy you wrecking me is treachery it’s best that I suggest you leave

Or in the end you’ll see you’ll be an enemy or envy me, Mattakript