im stepping up to the mic, and breathing in air//
spitting out fire, smoking everything including you here//
this aint no competition for me man you just a drag//
garbage like you shouldnt even belong here, i got this in the bag//
so you in a gang cuz you throwing up that white flag//
no emotions on your tracks sounds like a monotone fag//
someone call the disposal and dispose of this dude//
before he rots and stink up the place with a smell so crude//
Your the fish in my ocean, as a shark i patrol//
no homo to the homo cuz i can swallow him whole//
im just like the reaper holding my scythe like mic//
i will tear up your soul you cant control this beast at night//
so i suggest you stop the rapping and simply just quit//
you be better off blowing them dicks than flowing them spits//
rest in peace to you hong as you lay under the ground//
this verse will cremate your whole body you ready for the meltdown?//
