So you’ve rehearsed your verse and recorded some ill shit//
I’ll change my name to chincheck to prove you got no skill kid//
Yo I don’t need a mic – and don’t need beat makers//
I just need ‘like and as’ and I’m takin out ‘Metas’//
Like contaminated rivers yo my flows are ill//
Rape my opponents in battle but I’m known to kill//
I’ve shown my skill – in every lyrical mission//
With accurate precision I slit incision inside my victims//
Cant’ disperse from the hurt – screw medics and nurses//
My verses damage is done - now your ‘name’ is just worthless//
This audio leagues too much kid you can’t endure//
Won’t last through round one son you a temp for sure//
I’ve got a temperature I think my flows are too hot//
I’ve had this ‘fever in my stomach’ believe it or not//
Don’t grieve what I’ve got because my ‘shits ill’//
Was assigned Metasin to cure my sick skills//
But this fixed pill was too weak of a prescription//
.I just got illa when the side effects kicked in//
Can’t detect this infection – I’m too advanced for your kind//
My mic provides the keys to which enhances my mind//
My rhyme’s a graphic design – it speaks a thousand words//
My scripts depict pictures through my nouns and verbs//
My sound’s superb – you’ve got no place to dwell//
The devil converted - ‘Sin’s’ got no chance in ‘hell!’//
So fuck animal right’s – I straight up rape cats//
I’m pinning this ‘paper donkey’ cuz sin’s a ‘fake ass’//
It’s like a video game – but you’re paying the price//
I’m your dead partner – and I’m taking your life//
Shit I’m taking it twice – nah wait I’ll take it three times//
You still pay a cost – even when I free lines//
It’s like the ‘felines’ don’t have the ‘freedom to speak’//
‘Cats stand speechless’ when I’m rappin to beats//
The responses are “sweet” but it ain’t candy kid//
My bars taste bitter cuz they’re nasty - shit!//
