Melting pot king

It ain’t no coming after
I’m grilling em flipping em with the mic like it’s a spatula
Busting em with the mayo then i'm cutting em up like ketchup, blood
Too many cats trying to act a thug

Ya better back up bud
Smoke roll one, dipping into your back up bud
Uh hold up, you thinking i need to be
High to spit like this?
Nah, the kid’s priceless
Do it for the love, see the hung in his iris

Let the light in, too many times i thought of hung
But no thots on his junk, it's just hunger
Tenth wonder
Hasn’t come up for air since he went under
Don’t know where he is, but know that he’s among us

Specter of inspectah deck wrecking the set
Bet checking necks that you better protect
Lone ranger, code red danger
Cokehead faker sniff sugar, sick, pick boogers
Flick

Stick to your hair, get stuck in your head
Top rhyming, like college kids bunking they beds
Sharpest tools on you fools? got a gun in the shed
Bring a knife to a gunfight, life on this one mic

Kites to the sun flight, cerol on the strings
Cutting edge on his high notes, careful what you sing
In the land of the free, it’s an americano thing
And in this melting pot it’s only fair that i’m the king