[Verse 1: KYA]
I was dubbed a masterpiece
Subsequently, I got you listening on a leash
Feeling my beats
Toe to Toe in the middle of a rap cell
When I bust my bars sent you all to the play ground
Little tikes, still writing bars about their trikes
I'm slaying men with this metaphoric pocket knife
Listeners reimbursed
As you dead bodies carried off in a hearse
Had me thinking it could be worse
Your girls blowing so much dick I thought her name was sandy
Giving out free handies like a pharmacy
Thinking to my self I could drop you with a shell
Complaining that you're only in hell because you fell
Honestly you dug yourself into a ditch
The moment you decided it would be okay to rap against this