RapGenius Battle - Round 0

The sobriquet? Bandit, the bona fide phantom Behind every platinum rapper’s pen on the planet I got these other Caspers throwing tantrums Pockets on famine, game on ransom Never sling soda, but I bring soma— A dose of dopamine for these dope fiends who drink Cola My street soldiers proceed with leafed cover While you leaf blowers sleep on Chief Keef’s sofa Please eat scrotum— the acrid aroma Spit that cobra rap. The boa’s back with acid Komodo dragon so the flow so kimono My heat’s solar, the king’s corona I speak and the beat’ll break up like I’m Yoko Oh no, he so cold, living in a snow globe Livid, he’s a mini-Manson So please abandon plans to damage Bandit