zoochie

yo zoochie yo raps are shit who the fuck raps about a sandwich

you're in need of a skill check and here it is comin with some damage

iron to face have you lookin like a smashed avocado

a real impact is what you've never made you a phony desperado

you're bars lack talent and are short

what's talk about butter this gon be a case when im done call me to court

i'd knock you're ass down then pick you up to do it again

ima put yo in a coffin havin people scream amen

i step into yo ring seems like you dont know how to swing

i wing it daily still at the end im king

you a young one among none of the great

im the reaper i've sealed ya fate

glock 19 to the face you got no time to brace

hide yo body and leave no trace

im gone smoke yo ass you the new opp in a pack

find some skill you're ass ima keep it a stack

no need to pout you a random fuck

this a small diss its over move along and keep ya mouth shut