We all know about your style... “Let my gun talk to your offspring”
But the only ‘iron you touch’ is ‘pressin pants’ for the ‘golf scene’
He like...
“I swear to God why would Allah I got more clips than an editor”
You look like Boba Fett raped your mom & birthed a child Predator
Bruh you're a knock-off of both characters, watch as this kid bleeds
I’ll remove his intestines until organs dangle down by this kidneys
Get it? Kid knees? But ya’ll saw that coming without usin foresight
Like we know the only bush Cyrax ever been in was playin Fortnite
Still, I got your ‘back’ homie… & then I ‘hung him’ with his spinal cord
So if you beat me, it’s more of an upset than Loyola in the Final Four
I want the title more. I’ll punch your birdcage & make your oriole stray
& he’ll be quick to ‘raise the flag… like it was sunrise on Memorial day
I’ll put you in a casket... sealed up like an envelope but I’ll mail ya
He lives is 6 ft. ‘down under’... like he’s buried in Australia
Cyrax is famous for self-destructing… so I flipped his robotic switch
& I bet after this he’ll be callin 1-800-273-8255 faster than Logic’s bitch