Trap shit

Oh, fuck this rap shit, what I produce is trap rap

You think you can battle me?, go pack your backpack

If you don't, you better hope that I won't go fucking stab stab

Push it to the limit, that's my spirit, this ain't whack, fag

Fuck off you mad bitch I'll snap that,

fat neck of yours, feel no remorse, can't grant

That you survive, cut all your ties, you're spitting lies like a flat map

I'm above all of you, in style and lyrics too

I'm just walking through you losers, who can't even rhyme, kaboom

Think I'm through with you?, no I'm your doom, I'll kick you to the moon

K, go on, assume I'll never bloom, I'll carry you to your tomb

Yeah, my shit is dope just like the stuff I smoke

Wanna be a tight MC? Nope, you're full of bullet holes,

doing Rock'n'Roll, wanna take control over my fucking soul

Well that's quite bold, guess I'm supposed, to rip up your asshole

Bitch, what in the fuck are you thinking?, go wash up cause you're fucking stinking

The only reason for you, doing this shit is attention

Well here's a bag of it, now be happy, kid, and I can't forget to mention

Bitch you're whack, now you're getting smacked, 'cause your shit's full of pretension