No Name Dropping

I came in this game humble, but I don't give a fuck anymore

You think this is fun? Bitch, this ain't just some e-sport

This is war-And too many motherfuckers crossing my court

Front on me? I wouldn't recogment you really do that

I have some guys aware of your secret,ah too bad, everyone allready knew that

I don't shoot at homosexuals, but that's your sore spot and you keep fronting

I realese every fucking thing I got

What you told a guy from my crew-Yeah, like I'ma say his name like you little snitches'd do

I'm not dissing you because of anything superficial

Our actions define who we are, and yours seem to request a pistol

This is a decleration of independence, I don't need no fakes around my back

Your ass running out of breath, while my lyrics transform to hands wrapped around your neck

And my lines hit you in the chest

To all motherfuckers who guessed I'd fail

You'll be more than just impressed by the intellectual abilities hidden in my brain

All of you wanna be exactly like me

And only envy me 'cause you can't fucking outshine me

You say my go to line is 'Nevermind Me'?!

Bitch, you'll never forget my fucking name when I leave this place behind me

Dudes call me grimy, I really don't care

Bitches looking at me strange, but still all they do is stare

You're unaware of what's comming, still stunting

'Cause if you had a fucking clue you you would already be running

I despise you, but still I advise you not to get in my damn way

Because all that does gets crushed

My lines make your brain freeze, like one hitting an XXL Slush

Ice, but flavoured vanilla, I knock your ass to sleep

But neither hand you a blanket nor a pillow

This is either, lyrical cloroform, I

Punch you into lyrical coma, this first verse is only on this bitch to inform ya

That you were right when you said that I wasn't normal

I'm insane, there's nothing you can do to prevent me from

Taking over this game

You're astonished by my lyrical references

Like that oussy motherfucker is when he finds out whole rappad is aware of his sexual preferences

Too much I had to say if I really wanted to diss you

Too many sheeds of paper I'm ready to waste, I'm only here to twist you