Check.
Yo.
Back to attack with a fat rap.
Who want it?
The line doesn't got a swat to fly.
You ain't *.
If I don't respond to your ***,
you just fail to resist.
Check it out, yo.
I done you with this close.
What?
Since I'm here to school,
I'm upset you can't fool them.
Lying over beats, I'm a lion of a bitch.
I'm a praying motherfucker.
I'm ready to eat.
Look,
son,
I don't gotta rap about * I never done.
I'll crash your set like a car.
Get up the parkers when it comes to bars.
You can't even spar with this dude right here.
Here's the proof.
This is top rhyme and you like top rhyme and I eat you all the time.
Man,
when I'm in the booth,
I straight doodle on your catalog.
I ain't scared of any of y'all.
You want my head?
Come and find me, dawg.
Open all three of your eyes.
The universe is mine.
So is this time I cross out these squares with my lines.
I've been contemplating ways to evolve my elevation.
My lyrical shoddy got plenty bodies.
Killing rappers is a habit and a hobby.
Yeah, I'm enlightened.
Regardless, you could clash with a teen titan.
I'll strike just like Tyson to get patate when I'm writing.
In my letter,
I should terrorize you and your company.
If you * me, I'm in another entity.
So think twice before you think about ending me.
You won't end up sweet.
So beware before I expose you like truth or dare.
And put your card like it's your hair.
It's Ronzilla.
I've been stuck in the booth.
I mean my lair.