Not here to fraternize I shatter guys when my mitts fly
Y’all making waves ain’t nothing compared to this riptide
As a kid, I wasn’t gifted with that natural rhythm
So I was battering pads, pens and any beat I could make with pans in the kitchen
My mad indecision left the boat for higher learning sailing
But no matter I’m still the baddest dude in these bars, word to felons
You snowflakes with guns? If that shit goes POW your wrist gives out
Me? I’m coming with swords to slit your clowns leave you disemboweled
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