Ashtin Larold - Superior lyrics

[Intro: Ashtin Larold] Yo Lyrical epilepsy My bars got diabetes Yeah [Verse 1: Ashtin Larold] Listening to all you f**ing rappers makes my ears bleed I'm still waiting for someone important just to hear me I'm clearly on another level, none of you are near me 'Cause I just beat Bowser's Castle; me and Peach are getting freaky Yeah, all you f*gs are using cheat codes You copycat impostors can't defeat me with your weak flows You're meek foes who eat chodes I'm going f**ing beast mode You rappers are Cybermen, well, consider me Vegeto Yo, I'm a lyrical da Vinci You couldn't make me flinch; I'll f**ing turn you into mincemeat You say your bars are ill? Well, that would make mine f**ing sickly You can try and hit me, but you'll probably miss me, then get blitzkrieg'd Bars so potent, Charlie Sheen would overdose Normal mortals listen to my lyrics and go comatose I hope you know that I don't ever plan on being overthrown Especially when your arsenal's composed of those atrocious flows Shhhh...can you hear it? Skinny white boy's gone insane with his lyrics Yeah, said he's completely gone And nobody else be on the sh** that he be on! [Verse 2: Mat4yo] Except Mat' Finally on the track, I'm here to go insane You can hop right on it, too, but be wary of the train I am scary to the game You should really be afraid When I escape my skinny white suit and send fairies to their graves (rah) You as fly as a broken-boned Chocobo I hope you know the ropes and don't go down a hopeless choker Nope, I ain't no dope; I won't hold back to choke a hobo If he told me I'm a h*mo, no-show, chode, or bro with no flow I cremate the beat, turn it into grave matter I'm A-1-A; rather, you're on gray matter I'm insane, matter of a fact; you're a sane Hatter Falling in a rabbit's habitat just made you way badder Aye, batter, batter, better check the big picture I'm a pitcher who didn't double-major a belly-itcher You couldn't hit these missiles with an aimbot on Bro, check your face out on YouGotSlayed.com! Oh yeah, and bro, I ain't your bro, I'm a bro-a constrictor Book you for the clinic, 'cause my flow, it got sicker Wow, you downed that Haterade; bro, you want a sticker? Here, this one says, "Mat4yo caused my chode to get thicker", like ooh [Outro: Mat4yo + Ashtin Larold] If you a gold-spitter, then Pinocchio's no fibber Bars!