M-80 you scream "Next" like you did something magnificant
But the only bomb you drop is the one when you take a shit
Or when you speak, theres a scent of dookie on your breath
Here's a lyrical toothbrush, but you need to supply your own Crest
So please do not come test, you get burnt like the rest
I'll just let you torch yourself, and take the burden off my chest
I'm the best but I'm not gonna brag or burst your own bubble
I'm gonna let my lines flow softly, creep up, and do it subtle