The same flows over and over, sounding so stupidly
And thinking for a second you gon blow up like Jubilee
Truthfully, ain't no fucking comparing you to me
You the Cain to my Abel
I'm lyrically unstable
You keep on spitting fables
And you gon' get disabled
Like wi-fi
Say bye-bye
Punch you so hard, have your chest looking like a shirt styled like tie-dye
You probably bitchin'
'Bout this flow that I'm probably spittin'
But in the flesh, you better stay silent like Molly Picon
Microphones and beats, I eat 'em up like teriyaki chicken
And continue this until I'm 33 like Scottie Pippen
This is lyrical massacre
When I blast with the
45 flows that crush your cardiovascular
Rhymes spectacular
Words get flipped like a spatula
King Arthur of rap, the mic is my Excaliber
The worthless and nervous
Get wrecked by dangerous verses
Have them begging for nurses
I take them beneath the surface
Like the Genius when I come with the liquid sword
Slicing off the fucking cord
To your mic, and next, your vocal cords
Then, your career, it's a wrap like tortillas
Your whole style is shitty like diarrhea
My style's tactical
Total disaster to rappers who
Are laughable
Lyrics that are filled with jokes practical
You Norbits better forefit
Or get thrown into orbit
All the rhymes I'm recordin'
Comin' out slicker than fuckin' porpoise
When I drop bombs like Japan
Your career's deader than Shan
Tryna say you my man
Bruh, you was never a fan
You just a clout demon
Because you sucking on my dick so much, your lips is probably dripping out semen
Love the way I make niggas cry without Freeman
When I spit so disrespectfully without reason
Rhymes harder than titanium
Beats pounding to your cranium
Killing more rappers than uranium
Ain't he him? T-E-K 22
The rapper from Wide Awake that you niggas will soon be bumping to
