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

[Verse]
I never been the one to spit the kindest raps
Sitting back, thinking of violent attacks
Wishing that none of you rap, I suggest you pass the mic
Unless you wanna visit the after life, cough it up, I ain’t asking twice
This game is filled with bench players, cheered like their starters
Your career will be short lived, because you clearly are garbage
You hate the skill that I bring, aim to kill when rhyming
I let my sixteens ring like I play for the Lakers
My shit is dangerous
You don’t want me going insane, different level with the pen game
I am not the one to taunt, once I flip, I’m catching some assaults
Let’s be real, I’m a rappers achilles heel
My rhymes are just too great
When me and the track meet, there’s casualties
It’s not wise to start a rap beef, when yo life is at stake
Greatness is calling my name, tell your top five that is my turn
Better stop tryin to get in my way, shit is not safe
I’m coming for what I deserve
The moment that you think you running shit, is when I Boston bomb you
The game is afraid of my rhyming
Feening for them to let me in like Bray Wyatt, bitch
[Outro]
Peace out, motherfucka