Trampoline (Mattakript Entry)

[Intro]

If you didn't know, well you're about to

[Verse]

Pencil in my hand is the definition of firearms

Blaze it, flaming every enemy show me where my rivals are

Talent over clout, so fuck it if you're a viral star

Skill is now providing heat I'm burning down entire farms

Posing like a Gangsta rapper, but let's go for spar for bars

And then it's obvious, hard is what you hardly are

Retarted artistry is what you heavy bargained far

But dumb to think that image woodwork carpenters

I am not, giving you a single second more

But, what do you think this gift is for?

Spitting the murderous syllables raw, killin' 'em all

I said it before re-vealing a villainous flow, check it's what I do

Flipping the middle of fingers and hoping it triggered you saying out "Fuck you too"

You told me to go kill myself but I was already suicidal

You're too entitled but I'm here to now remove your title

It's how I step into the booth so primal to slaughter you is vital

So welcome me your motherfucking newest idol

Kato I'm a "Potty Mouth" so suck on my D

Season seven of your contest, no sucka MCs

It's in the heading your examples were [Toke and/Token?], Joyner, yeah, Lucas

But the winners we're generic you exploited the losers

Over four hundred entries and forty dollars per beat

You're an Asian do the math no need for scholar degrees

To figure out that you're a scammer yeah you did it as money grab

I bled onto track and that's the reason you're a fucking scab

You and Dame Ritter would be the best of business partners

But for starving artist congratulations you're both now vivid targets

Gamble all you like but understand it with the cards out handed

Life is like a poker game and best believe that I am Gambit

Wish you all the best with every bar that I spit

Yeah it's easier to kill but it's so hard to forgive

I won't forget though, you're still known as a bastard and so very phony

Amateurs of finance but I'm master of the ceremony