Aight look

Takin a a pge from B. Rabbitt talkin bout how he aint shit/
And still he wants to be taught a lesson from the original King Chrit/
See I'm a lyricist, verbally strangle, humiliate you and confuse ya/
Hell with generic ryhmes like that you should call yourself the bomb only so I can diffuse ya/
Tryin to elevate to my pedestal you need one helluva ladder/
Your on rung one, I'm at the top aand you try to shake me with mindless blabber/
Bitch please think I'ma be Etienne and go down with one blow?/
Fuck no! your one punch couldnt fase this lyrical pro/
Throwin blows to ya head, part that shit like I was Moses/
I biblically destroy you.. unleash a plague on all you posers/
Half way to the max and I presented the facts/
Shown without a shadow of a doubt you cant beat me on wax/
So next time why not try to chest me face to face/
That's right I have a theory like Hitler about offing your whole race/
Cause herbs need to become extinct think about it/
A whole site with ill cats and know more pointless shit/
Wait fuck that, I made a career of killing fake thugs/
Boil ya ass like I was pouring salt on these slugs/
End this battle like it should have started/
Fuck you dolla I'm tired of merkin herbs, you's garbage/