[Breh321]

Im the Worst rapper, the last of the sket blaster
Purse snatchers never will worry the chess master

Straight up and down I'm sideways on my crook shit
Break off the crown the castle is never hassled stick to highways on my rook shit
Bishop in it wit a wicked grimace
Slashing through defenses injured opponentsll never win it
At night get crafty
nobodyll ever catch me/shells
Start dumpin cousin
those who stick to honor always stay takin Ls (knights...honor...L shape movement, im sure everyone got that but my vanity in my "cleverness" makes me want to highlight this lol)
Bitchniggas throw around secrets with confidantes
Till they get crossed over these pawns hit wit an en pasant
Still I /stay clean/the king ain't gotta move
My Queen handle the dirty work/she the real power they never knew

So I stick back/chillin in my fortress
A mansion expanding built off others' corpses
An arsenal and and infantry don't ever try to test him
Built for it mentally essentially they never will check him
But as the plot thickens they pieces start to come up missing
Block pitchin pigeons realizing that this is just a scrimmage
Start feeling inflictions/the pain/they were trying to detonate
Upon others the broad covers get lifted up from under them at the end of the checkmate

Game over.

"/" -voice pauses but not necessarily end of the rhyme