If you listen to the BEAT I wrote to, it'll be easier to catch the flow.
Mercedes rappers, screaming ‘I A M G’//
Wannabees that lame, even blind eyes can see//
Your own rhymes even agree//
Your just a bunch of brainless-penises, unworthy and scary//
That’s why your definition should be dick-show-nary//
Your-done like mispronouncing mic with multiple dunks//
Imma be the prince of sayings, so back out the ride like multiple trunks//
Bunch of gullible chumps//
Imma revolutionary sharpened rap fusion, call me a Gillette//
You couldn’t double your share if you auotuned your singing duets//
So who’s next?//
Should I start dissing? Meaning ya’ll should start wishing//
Unburnable, not vulnerable, General on a mission//
Fully armed with wordplay and able//
To disable you with a simple diss while I enable//
Hip Hop’s further recovery with sickology on fire like coal facts//
That will leave you shocked like Cole McGrath//
Feedback appreciated.