heres my rap since i so wack


Stop, quit, drop the mic, get fired or retire
You spit a little bit of heat and now you think you’re on fire
I’ll serve him on a plate after I beat and kicked him
Swallow him whole, sick him back up, then he’s a recycled victim
You couldn’t beat me if I give you cheats or even a walk through
I’ll put a bullet in your throat, so your Adams apple has someone to talk to
Then I’ll murder this bitch, then do it again and then
Leave him shaking, and it won’t be the adrenaline
I put dashes-in-to-stretch-my-words-like-elastic
But when I say your whack, its true, im not being sarcastic
You’ll look back at this and say it was an historical session
Is he whack? Don’t answer, that’s a rhetorical question
We all know the answer; it’s a well known fact
Let’s just say you’re an average rookie, and let that be that
I aim at your temple for the immediate takedown
You’re an enzyme, when I raise the heat, you begin to breakdown
sorry to disappoint but i just raised and beat ya
Dat AK will concept, and teach cha