Aight look....

I see you read my first ryhme, and although i failed to truly shine
You done fucked up becoming the next fool in line
Cause you sound too much like a fake nigga that pulls nines
But when it on its on, I’ll use a fist and a mic to get mines
I’m grimey dog, I’ll track through this room caked with mud
Cock but one fist back and soak your shirt full of blood
So I’ma paint a picture dog and make it panoramic view
Make this shit managable for you while I off your crew
Cause I’m that breeze behind your back the one that makes your hair stand up
And when you walk faster that chicken wire slits that neck up
I wish this rap was in person so I could take 30seconds and make you bow to me
but on this shit you’ll take 15 bars and turn them into 3 pages and a glossary
So I’ma take these last couple lines and not get long-winded
Then when these kids get migranes they can say pestilence did it