what do you want-from-me Blunt-MC? WHO THE FUCK ARE-YOU?
You couldnt punch bars if you got in a fight wit a barstool
This emaculate african will smash-his-head
grab this bastards-legs roll it up like hash-instead

his motzeralla text is all he has cuz he aint got-a-beat
Blunts goal is to rock-a-fella like state-property
to think that he could be on-top-of-me, he must be smokin-crack
and hopin-that i wont-come-back to your stolen-raps

the way i drop your tattered corpse leavin many-scared
You like an athiest who died, all dressed up and not going anywhere
my bullets stay in syrenges how many doses?-10?
i keep my bullets high in phat and low-on-sodium

runnin on all cylinders you can check-the-chaimbers
your necks-in-danger more punches than walker texas-ranger
those are the weak rhymes that you settle-for? mines better-raw
you gon need a vest to protect you from this next metaphor

your styles played out and you got-to-stop
ill clock-your-knot if i see one more bitten rhyme from Hop-on-pop
Damn-guy? You cant-rhyme im on some OLD-SCHOOL-SHIT
your names blunt MC cuz i SMOKED-YOU-BITCH!!!