Diss

I'm not the monster that'll hide under your bed

Instead I'll creep around the corner

Feed you to the coroner, like livers guts and brains for breakfast

Then for dinner it's your intestines

F*** man you forgot about lunch I didn't forget about lunch

how about a bunch of hair strands and nail trimmings

Then we could use your bile and blood as bean dipping

That sounds gross so I'll turn it down a notch

no wait fuck it imma go while my flows still hot

Sever your arms, head, and legs

Leave you looking like a chicken nugget torso

More so an amputated veteran of war

If this rap were a netflix genre it'd be under the category of gore

But that doesn't exist so how about just horror

So horrific are my rhymes like I'm just buying time

To get to the real punchline which is deadly as acid in your eyes

My clock has just grown wings yeah homie time is flying by

And you barely have any left to spend

Hope you pray that I'll have mercy on you even when you're dead in bed

Sleeping with the fishes doing dishes in hells kitchen

As I am god, you're just the word god backwards, a dog barking up the wrong tree

You're gonna wish you had never bothered me

And that punchline I mentioned here it goes once and for all

I couldn't see you winning even if I had glasses on