[Hook]
Now what's the aftermath of this master flow
A dozen of hoe MC bodies on the floor
One by one by one, take ’em down in a row
But who's ready to go next though?

[Verse 1]
Lay rappers down with these sheets that I write on
Mics smoking, rappers coughing straight to their caskets
Harkening back to the classics, sharpening my pen
Lurking in the shades, no I ain't got a lot of accolades to brag about yet
But if you talk shit, I’m murking your whole outlet
I'm going all out, yeah I'm 'bout that
And my pen game is fucking outrageous
Go into a cardiac arrest when flipping through my pages
'Cause I'm carefully constructing these words
Bu I'm carefree, 'cause you turds are destined for doom, reluctant to admit it
But it’s so, ’cause I'm a schizo already zoomed in
Ready to click boom when I spit a sick tune
I don’t need major recognition to go HAM
I got so much damn wild in me, I should fricking be caged up
And if you attempt dissing, I'll make sure this day's your last
F it, I'll blast caps at everyone’s ass, it's mass murder

[Hook]
What's the aftermath of this master flow
A dozen of hoe MC bodies on the floor
One by one by one, take 'em down in a row
But who's ready to go next though?

[Verse 2]
Was always the underdog, but now I'm the upper hound
With the upper hand in the underground, turn the sound up
What? Start a movement from the ground up, you're wound up
Don't attempt no fricking counterattack, just round up
And surrender, boy I render you powerless
A contender for the crown, keep your girl's cunt tender
Hunt down all you clowns and dismember you from the circus
I'm in the circuit of the wild, a young, hung offender
You're probably another molly popper, so I just pop you
This rap shit's simple to me, like to a skater popping an ollie
A hater? You better flee, stomp on your chest with my feet
And I won't stop beating till your heart stops beating
The new Eminem sendin' em homophone shots, a synonym
For killin' em, each shot precise, if I don't shoot, then I slice
On the top iced, I'm Mount Everestin'
Rhyme amount everlastin', blaw blaw, everblastin'
Masterin' the art form, spit hard for 'em in God form
Raw dog a fricking bar, then it becomes a bygone
And I keep riding more sixteens, I'm a sick teen with a quill
Your bitch fillable, I'm feelable on the real, what's the deal and
[Hook]
What's the aftermath of this master flow
A dozen of hoe MC bodies on the floor
One by one by one, take 'em down in a row
But who's ready to go next though?
Nobody