you're definitely whacker than me
you're like trash that's been compacted and squeezed
coming out like 'dumpster juice';
the only way you'll make a splash in the streets,
get mashed under feet, black goop, tracked over beats,
you're not packing the heat?
this is a hazardous place for a fake rapper to be.
i'll arrive at the scene
having to apply pressure so you don't die from the bleed
i'm a superhero when i'm high off the weed,
fly off the handle and throw you through a wall of concrete
you carton-toon evil doer, you need to concede
looking at you while my eyes shoot lazer beams
leaving nothing left of you but some light blue vapor steam
Last edited by Urban Dialect; 09-28-2021 at 03:05 PM.
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