Man you think you’re the next EM
But all I see is plagiarizing by a robber
Plus you should swallow that phlegm
Because all I can see is slobber
Are you a toddler?
Wait! Don’t bother answering that
As I don’t care what stage of life you’re at
Plus all I can hear are words
That is getting slaughtered
Or a cat is getting rapped
So shut that gape that is your mouth
Before I get out the duct tape!
And you say that you spit flames
No dude! What I spit is off the chain
My flows need a straightjacket
As my rhymes are beyond insane
And what you spit is fucking lame
You’re like a dull hatchet you can’t even hack it
So you should quit the rap game
And give us back your fifteen minutes of fame
And while you’re at it just like the scarecrow
You should asked the wizard for a brain
Ergo your flows suck so leave it to us pros
Before your tongue gets sprain!