Ghostface Type Verse

To any man tryna step in my zone

Catching blood holes, wounded, meet the tommy like Al Capone

Village throwing stones at the fallen foe till you see his bones

Fastball's, no Arc in my toss, we slay like Mrs. Joan

Sniper loaded, 15 rounds, bi-pod out, laying prone

Aiming at my target, y'all battle rappers is diagnosed

With shitty flow, slurring your long words like Sylvester Stallone

Never catch me, going higher than flying lotus

Messing with the boy, disappear like it's Hocus Pocus

Abracadabra, I'm smashing hammers, active your verbal jammars

Send you to the slaughter, Brazilian feasting, Copacabana

Cooking you chickens, I'm frying em', Louisiana

Styling on 'em, playing like 'em like a new IPhone

I'm Dialing on 'em, long distance bombs

Stacking, just fucking piling on 'em

You don't want action, you come to war, return a fraction

Of what you was, cuz

Show you what a lyricist does