3-0 ko, 8 lines, 4 bars, no flippin or feedin
Naughty Stan, praisin Em raised him into a cocky fan
Say “I’m live wit at mic” but on paper it’s like Zombieland
Every hit’ll probably land on a hoe like pirate ships
fire spit, you'll retire quick fo' testin dog like Michael Vick
the kaiser rips, rehab from being a faggot, losin' now
cause those lines crooked like bells palsy uni brow
shoot him down, this rook like all cops in Iran
wet him up so bad people calling you pawn/pond