[Verse 1: Trilla D]
Beckoning to you
I reckon you don't recognize
I am the second coming
I am the subject of your demise
Eradicating your disguises
Your facades and all your lies
It's no surprise with all my vices
You were bound to lose your life
Tyson with these punches
This ain't a hunch, it's an oath
To you honey bunches
I'll crush every roach who opposes
Lunch in the form of my foes
As I make my way to the front
Rabbit season, my n***a
All I see is these c*nts
Flee at the sight of my right hand
As it crashes down with the gavel
Baffling critics
As I exhibit how I dismantle
Like that of the upper mantle, I'm flowing
Hard as the lower
Snowing to show I'm as cold as the shoulders I'm offered
Scoffing and laughing at these ba*tards
You think you rapping?
I'm snapping necks as I banter
All I'm hearing is talk
And I'm a shark in open water
My bite is worse than my bark
I'm not scared of your harpoons
Soon I'll have you playing the harp
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