I'm a God of Rap and i'm makin this last/
while your like constipation, just a pain in the ass/
i'll break u in half just like a kit kat/
so "give me a break", my flow's fresh like i took a tic tac/
spittin sick raps, while you imitate a cartoon cat named Riff Raff/
you want me to go first so you can premeditate yo verse/
but i'm hungry in this game so i'm eating you, no thirst/
i rap and bitches yell, "I love the way you do that right there"/
so yell it bitch, you know my rhymes will grow on you, like hair/
and your really nothing but a dumb trick that sucks dick/
and your a chicken, so i'm gone beat on you like drum sticks/
speaking of chickens, how do you walk with out a brain?/
that's why i doubt your fame, your a broke MC with out a name/
you'll get dowsed in flames for playing little childish games/
i'll sock you and knock your puny chest right out your frame/
and iv'e seen you cuz, your flow prolly sounds to up/ (tore up)
but as for wordplay, my "punches" hit you harder than Rocky Bowboa/
so where's the competition man, these are some weak fucks/
you weren't even a road block, your more like a fucking speed bump/