Filthy stank? I'm Frsh and clean don't need a beautyshop son
I can see you sweatin and frettin acting like I had a gun
I am Charmng man, rhymes come out like I'm breathing
That thing you call a rap it must have left you heaving
Now that I've started I'll stay here till the end
No games here just skills nothing to pretend
Rhymes so Frsh and so clean, clearly seen by blind guys
I kill you so brutally people turn a blind eye
The speed of your defeat compares to wi-fi
Verbal knuckle sandwich, you want it wheat or white rye?
Take down notes? You're the student I'm the master
Go toe to toe with me you get knocked down faster
That’s it you’re gone, oh wait I got three lines left right?
What’s left to do, he’s killed, like Disney he’s on ice
I’ll visit your grave at the rapper cemetery
Looking at ‘Here lies cataboy3 the Ordinary’