Rap Battle

This boy's a bullet, but triggers, nobody will pull it

Cause you're a toy, a fixture, even gandhi will hold it

I'm a shotty with a mullet when I call it, use it to the fullest

every barrel verily feral, I maul shit, cold blooded when I cull it

I herald the gallows, hence I beat to death with threads, ropes, or metal

I'm the templar threat you'll never get rid of, I'll nestle in the vessel

Of your desk stool, until you mess up, Then the messiah of rap flows

Will wrestle and cancel the rest of you embezzlers' flesh whole

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

and a match to leave you assholes, burned like a pack of

Cigarettes when I'm finished, It's rigorous, to win this meager diss

I'm famished, I didn't plan this, this rap hit was manic, but it'll take ten dicks

To understand this, that's if you're the man in, wait a second, I meant that

the neanderthal in, question, naw, threaten me again and I guarantee that

you'll be the one ashen, and all, ain't gonna be gasping for long

Your live could've been a blast, you were strong, but now, you're gonna die, trash and forlorn