Wait for it

Severe lack of real competition boredom got me passing out

Looking out for A game rhymers, apparently this clown the benchmark don't ask me how

No backing out, got a target now for this supposed "legend" who sleeps more amateurs than Casting Couch

November of the No nut so I gotta bust heads instead

see check the record, I don't inflate my wins on weaklings rather the hard bets,

using God's breath and raw sweat to make Jack-o-lanterns of large heads,

poke holes in domes like DOC and duty calls so Mav the target I gotta AWP next

Challenge call sent, Maavy reply like "Hey! Listen!" You made a name for yourself, swear I was gonna send you a challenge LINK at some point!!" I was like "nigga when?"

Like OOT, fairy boy better action more and talk less

Frontin' like he wasn't trying to dodge the check, swear this pussy more Feline than talk text!

I'll admit his setup on point, cookin' more little fingers than tykes on easy bake oven lights,

but the punch game basic like White bitches and pumpkin spice

83% win rate I'm like "shit he must have done something nice"

t'il I glossed over his losses, the real names got him stiff as ALS,

so he gotta keep challenging for charity wins like he got that tub of ice,

Now I gotta test him, and since all ya little kids wanna learn how to proper grip the weapon,

gather round old Spark got some sitter lessons

STEP 1, visual similes in coherent sentences,

like a naked un-wiped fat bitch sitting on a dude t'il his wind pipe dented in,

Omega bars snuff him on the worst kind of fetishes

STEP 2 references,

like who bout to put his streak in jeopardy, ask Trebek who that cancer growing, creep on him to set the sleep,

Don't be fooled by his nasty spit he like the centipede, queue in row for that shit talk on recipe,

STEP 3 familiar melodies,

got a bulb over head, you know when a hotline bling, it can only mean one thing,

RapPad victories all he got to go on, Mav been sucking hard at life ever since he left the titty

Yall with me? Vote it now, We beef? Butcher barn he the hopeless cow,

trembling like quake from an open POW, young Escobar the dopest out,

Tryna grind baller figures like LeBron on lay ups,

kid's playing a poor mans game, he "chest" less than A cup,

Omega been the shit like I'm that Chris Robin bear cub,

Panda to Grizzly quick the switch can get polar hairy, could tell what Mav ain't got a pair of,

Had to blind the verse, cause if he saw it first he'd pull out,

like Xi Jinping he wouldn't want the crowd to "Bear" witness to the animal he he afraid of

Yea I can tell he got a bitch streak, ain't talking chick meat when I say

in prison he likely the type of jailbird to share Doves,

Speak of animals, I hear Logan had to carry out his dead parrot,

this Maverick gonna need more than a single PAUL bearer,

Wildest dreams thought he could sprint ahead victorious,

until he woke up found his legs meddled with liked Pistorius

And unlike Oscar I can ACT innocent, this ain't a welcome intrusion, Mav will get caught out like Reeva and the last door she touched,

Lyrically grip the TECH for the bounty hunt like Dog missions,

Mav supposed to be the boy genius, he wont see the brain blast coming, dead before he can process or render the draw distance,

The scrap can even go ring side my jab swing system shock like Blanka,

his legs jello dizzy rocka Mav drop swear he hear the ref counting backwards like the Star Wars saga

See me equals 50 Mavericks, these niggas all wack "O" that relief, top shelf in the cabinet,

been the Aspirin but for my opponents headache when "I PAD" the threat messages think FB,

they can't seem to make my face go away even after they flick a tablet

This them heroin high verses, clear crystal methods got em hooked to their screens

fiendin like they picking from a different gram,

itching scabs, turn your yes men to henchmen while perched on the throne with a menacing villain laugh,

Come see what those writtens lack, he had an alphabet scheme against RDA

Bet he though "FUCK! I'M GENIUS...." Christ I was thinking less than not

Corny man, Papoose did it, Arsonal did it....

Mav must of took some real power pointers from Microsoft on forcing gimmicks, they really knew how to kinnect the dots

Now see If I don't make you watch what I did to your "exes box" when the "Cam not on standby",

Tell me this ain't your career path Mav don't be that child...

You know, the kind of poor decision that stares back at you, a haunting reflection of everything your Dad tried

No more wins for you kid, swear this egghead done been spoilt like Caillou,

Parental abuse, smack him around any way that I choose,

after this bruising he can do the "Crip" walk in crutches drawing blood, not talking Piru,

pen game sick enough to influenza population,

Mav got a slight chance when pigs fly but as it stands, he can't even spit swine flu