Show Case

[Verse 1]
Yo
So let me tell you a little bit bout myself
My name, you already know
Its anonymous Gambino
Coming to shoot you up like Han Solo did to Greedo
I'm wickedly gifted to spill these written lyrics and play you like you were beemo
I'm 16 years old and can rock the mic, without any practice
I can switch my style up to kill you mumble rappers like a fucking murder scene
I say what ever comes to mind, it doesn't take me very long to write a verse and record it in no time
I've been fucking up rappers since I sipped a glass of fine whine
You still think I'm a fake rapper well this where I draw the line
So here
Take a listen to my beastly rhymes
Your inadequate rapping skills
Are invalid and lack appeal
Full of yourself and you only ate half a meal
All you rappers Try to Hard that's why you don't get a record deal
( but I..) save your excuses bitch, that's why you don't learn and never will

[Hook] (x2)
So whatchu trynna do? (Nothing)
Right, right

[Verse 2]
I'll work on my craft even if I stay anonymous
But its obvious, I'm better than you in every single way
But all you oblivious rappers fucking make me wanna go insane
But go ahead, say that I'm all charades
Kick me to the floor and spit on my fucking face
That pain is motivation and that's the reason I'm raw today
When I come around you might just wanna flee the scene
Gambino is here murder these fucking sucka emcees
I use my pad and pen, like link uses his sword and shield
Or better yet future trunks when he's going super sayajin
Slicing and dicing freeza so much it made his father kneel
Or on call of duty, I'm killing all you niggas with one shot, one kill
So you now you know what skill level I'm at
And if you wanna challenge, you might as well step back I
Be ripping it, killin it, drilling it
Speed it up a little bit so that you bastards can fucking feel it
And that's the end of it

[Hook] (x2)
So whatchu trynna do? (Nothing)
Right, right