Drum and Bass

Fake rappers man they never speak truly

Lyin' in my circle like an MGM movie

Other spitters stupid if they dare coming closer

I'm in the frame of mind to hang squares like a poster

Burn down every studio I record at, my

Shows are so sick I'm my own support act, then I

Get so lonely that I undo my belt

And AirDrop pictures of my penis to myself

Kill a motherfucker when I grab that mic

When I'm in a battle I'mma snap and strike

My manner on the DnB lit

Manner man are rapping in shit (yeah)

Steppin' against me's mental

'cos I will draw click lead: mechanical pencil

Shoot a rapper? That's highly likely

Tick me off, I'll just do it: Nike

Uh, yeah, I'm in my prime

Beautiful women devour my rhymes

Ladies love my nerd bars

Get flaps wet: bird bath

Your girl said touch my double Ds

Balls in her mouth: bubble tea

I shag tens, you know I'm sharp

You come in twos: Noah's Ark

Hit 'em with a little bit of big bad flow

Beat a man at rapping and at tic tac toe,

When I'm on the rhythm it's prime time

When I'm in the studio I, rhyme,

Sweet and heavy: caramel

I'm stacking lines: parallel

Got a big revolver: carousel

And you make me sick: Taco Bell

The rave is getting hype hoorah

So raise your cups: like a bra

My flow's lit, that's kinda clear

Your flow's shit, that's diarrhoea

I rode the beat: scorched this

Stable flow: horse piss

I'm really good: nice one mate

Well done: like tough steak