It's super funny when people think they can rap.
Because they'll always continue to yap and fap,
To the sub-par lyrics that are total crap.
It's time to rip them apart, but first let me nap.

They call me the hunter, because I can trap.
Fates is a retard with piss in his lap.
He's wearing a helmet, tighten his strap.
Got his drool pan, and his bubble wrap.

I don't really understand this nimble thief.
Is he illiterately asking for beef?
Or was that rap just a massive queef,
I'll put out that fire, Call me the fire chief...

I'm putting him out, with my big fire hose.
I was under the ashes, but then I arose.
I threw a punch did I break your nose?
Driving with Drake, just Cruising with woes.

I run a marathon, mile to mile.
Fates goes shopping in the toy isle.
Cause he's special and a paedophile.
It's true, he's been here for a while.
Time to feed him to a crocodile.

Chopping him up into little pieces,
That is his last name, first is Reese's.
Hitting this shit 'til my flow decreases.
I bet he's touched all his nephews and nieces.


Or even maybe this nimble guy!
Who decided to rap, I don't know why...
He thinks he is decent, like a bow tie.
But he's semi formal... Like Bill Nye.
If your bitch wet, Let her drip dry.
Shoot you all with a drive by.
Did I get some cum in your eye?
How much? Please quantify.

Bye Bye.