[Intro]
It’s Unknown motherfucka
Friday the sixteens, murder number six

[Verse]
Too many people hoping I don’t make it, cause I’m spitting deadly evil flows
They see the throne and know that I can take it
Single handedly, flip the switch to my humanity
And let my lyrics attack emcees, for thinking they can rap with me
I’m sayin’ I’m the best at rhymin’, haven’t sold millions
But, my flows kill shit, rappers know my skill’s intense
Claim to rock the mic, but ain’t electrifying
I’m eyebrow raising, your rhyme style’s basic
My time’s now wasted, by giving you rappers a chance
Tired of hearing yo whack sounds, being blast loud
You hyped up, to get smacked down
Yo, pen game soft, you don’t spit raw
I’m a clip you all, ya, not fit to win this war
You won’t survive these series of events
The throne is mine clearly, you guys don’t come close to my skill set
You know I have amazing style, and the dopest lyrics
All my verses will leave you wowed like Owen Wilson

[Outro]
Peace out motherfucka