I’m built for this dummy like projects built for blacks
Lyrically decapitate you, donate your head to The Blacks in Wax
Museum for future generations to observe
How Shakeet dealt with the opposition; when will yall learn
I’m more diesel than a Mack truck or that Miami Heat
The fire that I spit burn my lips when I speak
So it pains to me say how you just a waste of board space
Say hello to my little friend, my pen Scar up your Face
Your skills are non-existent, you fiction like a mystery
You a lie like reparations or any similar simile
I ain’t takin no prisoners, take a machete to your throat
Dead your thread like Angela Lansbury with the ‘Murder I Wrote’
As you choke on the broken chicken bones you spittin
You pop like Michael Jackson; you grab the mic with a mitten
You a kitten among lions, tigers, bears and me
Serve you up like I was Benson, I’m the HNIC

You outta your league homebwoy::::Who's next?