Originally Posted by
Shmevin
Fucking lactose intolerant, your dairy jokes make me queesy
I'm dicing up MCs like fresh greens, easy peasy.
I'm king at cooking dope rhymes, call me top chef
I butcher those who step to me like the end of Macbeth.
My cooking rhymes are tasty, bitches wanna try
I'll have the bus boy clean up and bake your remains, call it shepard's pie.
Your bars were weak, man it had no peak
I camel clutch you call me the iron sheik,
You hide behind a corner call it "sneak peek"
I am the willy wonka of rap, my bars are gold
Jump from the turnbuckle with a drop toehold
You try to fight me I will pop your knee
Float like a butterfly my hits sting like ali