Hectic

Check it, cause my radiological lyrics bout to wreck it//

You might #got #victories, but my diabolical mystic lyrics//

Set it and destroy by my #plots of #mockeries so vicious//

The kind of nigga that #rots your #prodigies n' digits in sickness//

My punchline blows is like the deadly #digoxin flowin' in veins//

My flow's like the lunchtime brownie weed #be-fallen in brains//

Now listen Hutch, I don't give #single #fucks bout your prime//

You finally got a lyrical #sickful #thug that'll flout, rout n' grout your rhymes//

With no doubt, you think you can get hype thickful since that #collab #joinin//

Were you the bitch that was ruinin' the track #over-#lap moanin?//

Like you gettin' penetrated n' chockin on cocks, foamin'//

People claimed that you're the best rapper, but you win over new-gens//

You just a fapper, that's bout to be in closer ruins//

You beat me back then, by a zero to ultimate threes//

But do the mathematics, cause my rhyme schematics seize//

All your static 207 raps that was used with rappers with skills as peas//

I worked hard to the top, fuckin' with legends with tight lyrical systematics//

My skills, kills, thrills go illimatic, that make minds insanic'//

You won me when I was learnin', but now I go rhythmically automatic//

State of mind of destruction that niggas be yearnin' for my shit so hectic//