Killuminati

Grab the microphone, flow like a cyclone

Hit the booth with abuse and the kid might go

Right home, to his room, figure where the light glow

When he hop up on a track, it's like he going psycho

And it seems that ambition isn't missing

It's just clearer is his vision

He's efficient on a mission for revision

Definition of the rap game

Listen to the Lil's, that's lame, unless your last name is Carter

Let me slow it down so you can hear it sharper

Fuck up these tracks, like I'm a trash barber

Bitch I got more sauce, you should call up tartar

You want war, I got beef like a fucking farmer

Spent two on my shirt, you could call me Nate Robinson

Built like a leviathan, yeah she got me vomiting

Said you need some oxygen, cause my rhymes astonishing

This beat slap harder than my homie Jonathan

Rolling up a zombie, but we ain't talking flatbush

She said that I'm the best, but I told her "I ain't that good"

I just let it flow, jotting rhymes in my scrapbook

Talking shit about me, finna smoke you like a Backwood

Took a trip to Puerto Rico, in a foreign beetle

Riding with a niner, and I ain't talking Nico

Smoking on a blunt, holes burnt in my tuxedo

Spanish women on me, going "despacito"

She looking at me funny cause I told her "muy bonito"

Got her in my room, now she suck like a mosquito

If you fuck with me, catch these hands, call me Deebo

You don't know about it bitch, pop out to my districto

I got demons running around like they strapped up with an AK

If they get too close, I'ma have to pull a Tay-K

Boutta go more viral than the tape with Kim and Ray J

Shit it's going down, y'all better yell "mayday"

Tell me why the best die young

There's a war going on, suggest you invest in a gun

And a vest for your chest, homies quick to be sprung

Cash on Supreme and lean, that shit's got you slumped

Y'all sleeping on a boy, call me "Mr. Air Mattress"

Bands on my stacks, and they stretching like elastic

Take a look at my bitch, yeah she is the baddest

Gonna blow up, I'ma make it with this rap shit

RIP to Steez, and the shout goes out to Joey

You don't fucking know me, so quit acting like we homies

I'ma steal your bitch, and I'm finna make her blow me

I'm the best in Bluffton, all you rappers are below me

Headass, hahaha