yo boy check it

This isnt Mortal Kombat, but I’m bout to Finish-him-up
Make em a pair of faint tomcats, when I deminish-thier-blood
I feel like I’m battlin Rugrats, call them Tom-and-Chucky
My verse is already fire, you prayin that Max will bomb-it-luckily
Them showing up will be amazing, like Anna Nicoles-diet
Spittin glue to their lips, to keep these Shitholes-quiet
These kids leaving the bracket, like easy order-of-operation
These kids aint big enough to battle, they even come shorter-for-nomination.

gud luck dawg