I can slap classic into the booze, I can rap in your classic lines I will never hand it over, you had to think of something for me Critics are radiously opposing my statements Unambiguously proving and already they saw a god against All these rappers are loved because of image Loved because of gimmicks, I make myself popular because of lyrics Popular because I rap is sick, you think you are popular because you are a rapper No, you are hated because your image is like paper I destroy my opponents, I destroy everyone who was in my way I write a hundred good lines, only one of you is clear And you ask me if I attack everyone here You, you and especially you, whistle You see me energetically, even pathetically after the pen grip You, on the other hand, just drive lazily on the pool like a rubber tire Unfortunately, I have to throw it out of here And then tear out your brain for sexy little animals And drag you away from my pool But it doesn't matter, I'm an almighty knife-throwing, just-awakened Serial killer of rappers, I could destroy all the other rappers I could flatten them easily, but unfortunately I can't strengthen them Too much greatness breaks them, one under my weight And everyone who speaks to me in one face I just look in my face and understand the message You are nothing against me, I'm the ultimate Samadric I write rap full of confidence, text before court And I rap the judge in his face You little insignificant creature I'm sure you don't see the light of day Because you're just a ***, I'm sure I don't rap against you Because you unfortunately always remain worthless Like salt instead of sugar, ice cream I show you my lyrics and you eat salt instead of ice cream You're like a salty gamer against a maid who doesn't know better I don't feel like it anymore, I'm going with the flow Our flow-level is rather so messy Yours is over-exaggerated Don't tell me that it should be different I'll throw you in rivers And then I'll pour blood on you Don't ask me what kind of rap lines you have And don't call me Malem, I'm just *** off You're all just cringy people I have my will today I'm a master, you're a *** And I didn't want to write any more lyrics today But that's why I had to stay I destroyed your life with Kiwi's nice lines It's hundreds of miles away to fall for this track I drop the bomb, your escape is painful You're a little smug *** like a line in a wide landscape Your corpse is invincible, no one will ever see it Because my lines *** up your body in a thousand pieces You probably thought, stupid Mizzet, is that finally true? You thought you'd finally get away, but you're wrong, it's clear to you Doesn't matter where you are, even if you skip this track I'm standing on your bed, it's hunting you, because you're wack Do you know these kiddies, always depressed on Twitter? Deeper quotes, as if it's Tumblr Discovers into glitter Crying around, even though their lives aren't actually that bad Attention, attention, the problems are being helped Exasperated, frustration and exaggeration also contribute to this Unfortunately, some people's true willingness to help is one of a kind Cry, cry We're just too fly for you And my coolness is just so high Even though I don't even try it Hey, all these covers and the retweeted imitations It all sounds way too ugly to me, like some kind of nonsense I'm not here for nothing, just to spin a net of lines Like D.Va always says I play to win!