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Mayday, mayday, bout to be slayed

By these grade-A raps, sprayin' out of my face

I just got back from Europe, rappin' day after day

Rockin' show after show, oh, never takin' a break

Move, bitch, yo, get out my way

I've been here for a minute, carving out my own space

Here to stay, we'll never fade

And yeah, I'm creepin' on ah come up

So you rappers should go kneel and pray, ayy, uh

Nasty on the mic, like I straight-up took a shit on it

You faggots cannot stand it when you see my big ass winnin

I am thicker, raps are sicker spit the gift

To quickly get all of the misters on my dick, so have a lick

It's the Christopher Nicholas, emerging from my chrysalis

Flutter-fly to the sky arriving in time to show lyricists

I am simply the illest kid more sicker than syphilis

Rapper bitches talkin' shit because my rhymes is ridiculous, yo

Dusty, crusty, musty

Rappers think they're shit bussin' but they just be fussy busted

Lacking abundant substance, but the funny one thing

I see is when they're mouth be runnin

Is watching them tumbling, fumbling

Lookin' like fuckin' dummies

It's about to get bloody, like A-B-A-C-A-B-B

My raps'll burn you alive

Like a Scorpion, fatality

Reality is every MC

End up meeting their ending

With the raps I am sending

Rappers souls be ascending, yo