no U

You're a bitch nigga
I suck yo mama's tits
You're an ass digger
Yo mama suck my dick
Yeah she suckin it hard
I prematurely spit
Remember if it exist, there is porn of it
Now listen
I wanna go empty your kitchen
And replace it with chicken
So i went to go sprinkle it with kittens
And sell you for business
They wont be nobody to witness
Execpt you and your bitches
Look
Ive always been so astute
at rappin better than you
You so inconceivable
Your skill is an imbecile
And super subliminal
Unoriginal
see
Im more so vile
i think i hold the title
"Dope Style"
You're a green bile
Mr Kyle
My rap is capable of being more viral
So please shut the fuck up you fat lion

I should make a beat for ya

You can keep roasting me (I don't care)
You look like your dad has dipped ya (in uranium)
You can't roast me you lil bitch or the hand will snitch.
You can't even rap
But I can go Rap-tap-tap on yo ass
You rhymes ain't got style
What are you? A 5-year old child?
Bologna isn't pronounced like that
I'd take your hat. And run fast.
I'm not sure if you rap like a pro
Or you rap like a bungalow
Yo rhymes ain't got style
Mine got it. You can't get me to die.
I'm not even a porn addict
You can be roasting at it
You waste yo time typing on a goddamn keyboard
You ain't have sense of style.
I'mma kill ya.
I still have the chestplate and leggings
You look like a furry that got dipped in uranium and somehow survived Chernobyl.
You rhymes got no sense of style.
You can't get my loot if you can't kill me
You are what I see. (Worthless piece of shit)

It is my first language
Dont be stupid Sandwich
I dont know if you rap with
A mic🎤 or random rabbits
You prolly a porn addict
So i take all your enchanted
Pickaxe, boots and hats with
your bloodline cuz they savage
Your dads mind is average
Steves head will be packaged
To yall you never had it
Cousins may be your bad bitch
Im not even english
You dont whats polony
Go Google it you pony.

We shoud make some music sometime if you can keep up