Kids verse...

Ill make you 80-8 and you wont have shit to say//
Yea im a rookie but im shure I can put you away//
Be the first victim of this venomous snake//
Ill spit it right in your face and blind you until the rest of your days//
Until you come across a nomad meaning someone with no rap//
So you can up it to 81 after a 100 year throw back//
But it will be to late then cause we will all be dead//
So u cant share your new record with all your rap battle friends//
So if you wanna pretend and then just make one up//
So you can brag it off to someone who wont shut you up//
But that’s just what a little ignorant bitch will do//
Make believe that he’s a rapper when he don’t gotta clue//
Cause its not a game and you aint never gonna get fame//
So drop all the bullshit you spew its makin me sick to my stomach//
And here’s a little secret haha im white isnt that something//
A Caucasian blazin shit that’s steamin you up like an oven//
My shit is hotter than bullets ill rip your sockets without lookin//
Yea with out lookin, and no this shit is not an illusion//
Im not david copperfield more like charels mansion//
I might make you disappear but its gonna be my ration//
Im broke as fuck but ill still fuck you up//
Smoke you like weed from my home picked and plucked//
Shipped out and sold from my thousand product trucks//
Ill have you know that this is not a bluff//
Ill slur it if u want but it wont be enough//
This is something u just wont get you wonder why but your just scratchin your head//
To try to figure it out but its just a personal test but you wont pass youl just drop out instead// but wait you said you didn’t wanna battle at first whats the matter//
I think you needed time to write something clever, whatever its cool do what you want//
Even tho ill still piss on your notes and your puns cause there nothing there done//
Everyones already said the shit you say a million times and one//
Yea you think your gonna ban me to threatin me punk//
This shit is your death sentence and it’s the dirt I already dug//