Killer MC 2.0

Know what's good about your ting Even though you're young, you're in all the eras, right? No one can't deny you People are scared of your pen and people respect your pen When your pen's respected, it turns into a Shakespeare ting, right? It turns different, it becomes that in the world now You know what I'm saying? The pen is, you get me? You can't deny the pen That's what you're part of Clear waste man when I indirect, yeah Same waste man wanna come my sets Fussy or call my name or eject, yeah How many man I made primary jets? When I rap 'bout ride outs, no one bled Anyone I slapped, I saw them again Niggas ain't saying my name with chest I don't care when they bend Like go on then, go on then, tell them I'll tell you again Like criminal, I'm going on greedy again Chipmunk, he got the sharpest pen I'm blunt, but I mix weed and blem Inspired them, now they want disrespect Gotta keep these spitters and bloggers in check God got me so I know I'm blessed But can't even lie right now I'm vexed Know yourself when you're in the booth Anything I say, if it hurts, it's truth Slap that prick, one shot, that's tooth Could be all thirty, to me it's a youth Checked online, an MC died Could never be me but could've been you Epiphany lyrically, physically, spiritually He killed Chipmunk, could it be true? I kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five Kill six, kill seven, kill eight, kill nine I kill ten, I kill them, I kill friends I'm YNW Melly but with a pen It ain't safe, place your bets Couldn't walk in my crep I'm King Kong, bang my chest I look around, see everyone jumping on grime Bet they're gonna go around wide See me in the street and they call me a legend Huh, you don't wanna come against I If three times three make nine Slap these rhymes, had my time like three times See me at house rave, burst out my face But this ain't dubstep, it's grime Touch mic, I spit the truth and ting Chipmunk live in the booth and ting They think it's a game with me on the mic 'Til I kick an MC out the crew they're in Fuckboy, this is life, it's not chess But check me now, I can't let someone Studio ting, more time when I cook But God forgive me if I chef someone I kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five Kill six, kill seven, kill eight, kill nine I kill ten, I kill them, I kill friends I'm YNW Melly but with a pen It ain't safe, place your bets Couldn't walk in my crep I'm King Kong, bang my chest I kill one, kill two, kill three, kill four, kill five Kill six, kill seven, kill eight, kill nine I kill ten, I kill them, I kill friends I'm YNW Melly but with a pen It ain't safe, place your bets Couldn't walk in my crep I'm King Kong, bang my chest I look around, see everyone jumping on grime Bet they're gonna go around wide See me in the street and they call me a Huh, you don't wanna come against I