CH1R0N FREEEESTYLE

Say, say, say

*Who the hell is YUKI UNKNOWN?*

Walked in, catch me creepin'
Skinny boy, let that shotgun seep in
Everybody big like Fort Max
Talking 'bout counting all they big stacks
Uh, I'm on glitchcore, Sewer's my idol
Whip out that breakcore, break that table all on your back
Like Em on Rap God, what tier am I on? (God)
3-2-1 then I blast off, no Team Rocket letting out a scoff
Watch your mans close when he cough, we can tell that he soft from here
Take a dead drop, straight to the bottom of the pier
Holding up a tear, watch it slow drop, swear to god
I'mma make it straight to the top no matter how long it takes
Nothing you do can phase meeeeeeeeee, yah

Uh, whipping that chi-ron
Making a mess out of by-gones
I'm making sure that you cry, lots
You looking fishy I'm her-ron
Mess with me you hearing si-rens
Keep it up you might expire, in
45 minutes, I keep my wits with me
If you acting silly, I'll make you all chilly
Uh, whipping that beat like cream
Stream of words flowing right out of me
If I don't know you, then we ain't G
I'm never smoking on THC
But I'm still legend like D.R.E
Keep it up working 'till 3:03
A.M. so you cannot mess with me
Running things so fast like AMG

(YUKI)
Whipping that chi-ron
Making a mess out of by-gones
I'm making sure that you cry, lots
You acting fishy I'm her-ron