I'm tha BOMB, step on me you trigger a LAND-MINE/
you the type to get beat and run screamin to one-time/
I got your number, it's 19, cuz I only need one-nine/
to pop off your head & cease the spread of your blood-line/
make your heart like text rhymes, no beat just flat-line/
I eat you for breakfast, lunch & a little at snack-time/
jack-mine? that's just not possible, I'm too hostile/
cock-block your vocals and put my dick on your tonsils/


out good luck, you just got merked. thanks for the quickest win I ever had