We’re in the final battle so that means most of your days are over
Your time will shatter when im done and your whole game lays molder
I am a blazing cobra when I grab the mic and spit this venom
I will remain in power; your game is sour like a citrus lemon
Blastin like a nitrous engine, grab the mic, im rocking the flow
Why you throw your hands up when I rap it ain’t stoppin the blow
Straight mockin you hoes, im special cause when I fell on this earth
God looked down, took a bow n said that is one hell of a birth
I Excel wit the verse; leave all you fuckin maggots in demise
I’m out to claw shit, come out the closet, your all faggots in disguise
Your games stagnate in these eyes, im runnin ahead as your words fall
Im actin to diss, your verse has no reaction to this, fuck the third law
Im throwin a curve ball, and you got no answer, Pedro Cerrano
You made the team, but I’m all all-state, good hands, fuck your motto
I think it's going to be called the final battle, this is all ive had time to write for now.