Drum and Bass - Mic Drop Monday No.2

[Verse 1: MC Hammersmith]

Fake rappers man they never speak truly
Lyin' in my circle like an MGM movie
Other spitters stupid if they dare coming closer
I'm in the frame of mind to hang squares like a poster
Burn down every studio I record at
My shows are so sick, I'm my own support act
Then I get so lonely that I undo my belt
And Airdrop pictures of my penis to myself
Kill a motherfucker when I grab that mic
When I'm in a battle I'mma snap and strike
My manner on the DnB lit
Manner man are rapping in shit, yeah
Steppin' against me's mental
'Cause I will draw quick lead: mechanical pencil
Shoot a rapper, that's highly likely
Tick me off I just do it: Nike
Uh, yeah, I'm in my prime
Beautiful women devour my rhymes
Ladies love my nerd bars
Get flaps wet: bird bath
Your girl said: ''Touch my double Ds''
Balls in her mouth: bubble tea
I shag tens you know I'm sharp
You cum in two's: Noah's Ark
Hit 'em with a little bit of big bad flow
Beat a man at rapping and it's tic-tac-toe
When I'm on the rhythm it's prime time
When I'm in the studio I rhyme
Sweet and heavy: caramel
I'm stacking lines: parallel
Get a big revolver: carousel
And you make me sick: Taco Bell
The rave is getting hype, hoorah
So raise your cups: like a bra
My flow's lit: kinda clear
Your flow's shit: that's diarrhoea
I rode the beat: scorched this
Stable flow: horse piss
I'm really good, nice one mate
Well done like tough steak