Versace

My hats low coolin in the back row
Smacking with raps skills fill the wallet fatso
Guap chasing, cop evading master
One blast put a wack rapper in his casket

Misfit youth, grins when he scripting grim shit
Hard as shin splints tryna sprint in the Olympics
Rock a mic, reaper status slice em with the scythe he write with
Grime rhymes, trash talking like 90s mike Tyson

No lisp though, up sticks his fists bold
Tell a chick sip slow, she's hip for the stick bro
They can't stand this nigga like they legs broke
Bread getter, sets ahead, better than the retched folk

Or ratchet as the avid whipper snappers say
Splatter jibber jabbering rats, feed em to some rattlesnakes
Emcees shouting like their ears jammed
Baking greats to quake a place, have the chandelier slam

Goof later with the fruits of my labor
Flame spit, anguish lames live in major danger
Off another brother like Cain did Abel
Manger raised in, making grade A pages for the ages

Ace of spade came to cop the top dollar quantity
Stop the slop, or get ya top chopped like lobotomy
Not the shirt
Cam bring lots of hurt
Bops jock cock, til he rot in a versace hearse