[Hush]

Originally Posted by TOP iLL DRAGSTER TWO

Chop this guy up, put his limbs in separate concoctions
If I want to find myself a wack rapper, I have to check all the boxes
You winning? That plot’s botched I’m top notch
Leave your parts EVERYWHERE, forensics with the chalk setting up hop scotch
You’re well known here, but the reasons are less inspired
Them verses are critically ‘panned’, hit with gasoline and set on fire
Your hygeine is a coin flip, except every cent had is sour,
You’re like clear skies to the nose, zero percent chance of showers
Voters see your verse and realize quick they’re tightly knit
You’ll be hearing more nah’s than a Queens project in 96