T-Rex Cobra

Bet you'll like it when I strike in this fight,

a spitting king with a lotta insight, you can call me a cobra,

casanova, pulling up in that toyota,

dude, chill.. you got more sympathy than Oprah with ebola.

I'm victimizing you, legitimizing truths, criticizing too,

I'm advertising that you're disguising fantasizing bout the same sex,

I'm a T-rex that expects to be convex, cause I ain't caving in.

Best be saving your skin my friend for I put an end to you,

I bend this booth with the lyrics that I'm shitting out,

quitting already? or are you just about to pout from all the doubt of winning.

Son you're really beginning to get on my nerves,

stop dreaming bout shit you don't even deserve.

I've been to the bottom, shot em, those nines, I'm fine, but homie you're mine.

Commited crimes, it's fitted that I shine, cause you ain't got a spine.

I'm twisted visually, fisted your bitch willfully. as skillfully as you couldn't.

Wouldn't you like to do all the things you shouldn't,

honestly you don't have the balls to step to this brawl, so crawl,

curb stomping you, my verbs are chomping you.

If I had a dollar for every nut you had, I'd owe ya two for the ovaries in you.

Got those X-Rays for proof, pray to me then they'll go poof.

I hate it when you're sentimental, you're just a bullied kid that's mental.

Trying to get a vote through pity is just as shitty as giving up son,

you just trying to do it cause you know I'm living up to number one.

Homie, get a hint like blues clues, you can't fill these blue suede shoes.

Can't even step on em cause I bet you won't accept me to neglect you.

but who's that who sat thinking they could be banking a win off me?