Supreme Kai - Woo Hoo!

(Aye, this some young Chris type shit
No hook, no melody, Just straight rapping shit
Shout out my guy, yuh
Still on my lyrical shit though, aye)

Business as usual
Flow is so fire I'm burning the beat with the Studio
Lil' bitch think that I love you Delusional
Diss me and watch how I bring you your funeral
I am immovable

Pass the mic, On the real Fuck a average life
Sacrifice, was made and I had to fight
Now these tracks and my raps got me swagged in ice
You niggas soft like a bag of rice
Stay strapped like a savage dyke
And I ain't talking bout guns but my flow cause my raps too nice
Stop in they tracks when they see me like a traffic light
Running this hoe like a track star
Nascar, yellow striped whip it's a Jaguar
Polo on the shirt fuck a rapstar
I am so out of this world you would think I'm from Asgard

You niggas is trash but my tracks is immaculate
I never miss you could say I am accurate
Shawty keep screaming my name while I'm tapping it
Look at these bands I'm too good at this rappin shit
Stacking chips,
Music been booming like when you go cracking whips
I take a beat and than ravage it
Ashes is, all that is left when the track is lit
Yuh
The Diamond wrist, the diamond bitch,
The diamond fit, man I'm the shit
I'm nice and rich, she like the dick
And I don't miss, check it

I'm young and I'm dangerous
Don't you lecture me bout "in my future" unless we gon talk where the clubs and the stages is
I spill my thoughts into pages so I can get famous bitch
Stay getting numbers on numbers
I fuck on that bitch give her pipe I'm a plumber
You niggas get dumber and dumber
It is such a bummer
I stay hot like I am stuck in summer
I'm a beast, an animal
Y'all aren't even close you can't touch me like I was intangible
Cannibal, eating wack rappers like Hannibal
niggas is viruses I am the antidote
Wrecking beats, spitting fire in the booth I'm making heat, capeesh
You wanna beef? I might just hit you in your teeth
I'm guy that everybody wanna be
Been ahead of the race you can't compete
I'm unkillable
A literal visceral, criminal
Murdering every motherfucking syllable
It is habitual
I got that cream, that money
that cheese, that fettuccini
Shoulda never bet you beat me
Slept him easy, left em bleeding
You aint ever see me, you won't ever be me
I am so fresh and dreamy
That you have to go to bed to see me bitch
Murdering rappers I'm homicidal
Spitting the wisdom of god like I wrote the Bible
Making waves bitch I'm going tidal
So sick that my tracks stay goin viral

Written by:
Khai Taylor

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