Quesadilla

Bust this, bring the ruckus
You're spitting straight bupkis
While I'm literally delivering straight poetic justice
No Janet Jackson
I split distractions into fractions
Better learn to do the math, son
And get on your Isaac Newton shit
Who is this
Nigga that spits flames like a Koopa, bitch
I'm a new face
That's soon to be the next big thing like Blueface
Squeezing the microphone like it's toothpaste
White shit all in your boo face
And she lick it up
Hot beats, I rip it up
Mumble rappers, give it up
This is the
Lyrical shit
Over your egotistical shit
That shit's satirical, kid
Better make yourself invisible, bitch
Like you Sue Storm
With that voice sounding like a newborn
Cause my shit's like food porn
Mouth watering
While it's harder than
Parents losing to their child in an argument
Harder than trying to get into Harvard, and
Harder than trying to find a cure for the Parkinson
While your shit's softer than the Backyardigans
I'm on that 90's shit
Rappin like it's 96
You rappin like a whiny kid
With a tiny dick
Sit in a corner somewhere
You can't compete where you can't compare
Ya'll some fuckin Winnie-the-Pooh ass niggas, I'm a grizzly bear