Bonerack..is a wack-kat.i factured-u-last
U cant capture-me-fast ..so I stab.and snatch-ur-stats
Matter-fact I splash his back..like water taps
I take baseball bat..and smash on his ass
I gash a whole, so I slash rack..in the past
I bleech-his-sheet..free..as he can bust beats
X slice ur feets..so bleed..on the concrete
I slice pieces..in to three..like cutting peaches
Ur like a vampire..or a slimy living leaches
I deep throw this hoe,,an make him sleepless
I take out ur pupil..and still make u read this
X pull crisp.hits to make u read my thesis
Ur record fake..i slay a page in my rhyme book
Look..ur a rook-ie..my rhymes will make u shook
The only way u mixing audios..is in a recipe book
I already new wut this fake….was probably gunna say
Being racist and sayin u know me back in the days
Ur styles old..like pioneers..doin the fur trade
He hungers..like worm bates..we know u gunna fade
U betray…all gays..as he stays under the grave
Hes like the clippers..always loosing in battles
I step the throttle..cuz his vocals were rattled
X spat over..his shadow..cuz I have mad flows
U cant pass the mic..if this kids did a lateral
I make u paralyse cuz I snapped ur vertebrate
Pull more rage..on stage..than u writing on a page
Ur a fake..that’s engaged..in locked battle cage
Cuz X slice u throat..an make u have nothing to say
