Ma$$kill ALERT

[Verse 1: Kid Boy] The masked man of the ill has arrived and moves to kill the so what illest man alive I'm alive on this beat Nigga can't beat I'm rapping to the beat till I die, y'all see I'm the rightful to be in the presidency of rap I'm tryna' come up like how you suppose to... Beat every guy and declare yo throne like a man Ah damn! Ma$$kill here Yo head gon' implode Since these poems explode with lines of wisdom as shown Oh sorry, I meant the word heard Nigga you can't do shit about how great I am I rhyme faster than how some bitches can say, "damn!" Now lining myself up with the hardest competitors and once I grow up Nigga I'll get them like Twitter mentions Now that I mentioned that, why don't you mention me? You like me so why keep it in till the degree you burn out Peace niggers, the dead beast inside me... Came out for a shout-out Shout-out to my owes in the black But all are considered colored young men Ready to honor and serve for their continent But because of the internet Their lives publicized through their own content We'll still be starting from the bottom Started Retarded Pardon niggas, would you like the cartilage from yo bones once I drop you like Falling Fred? I taunt my skills in the face of people who expect the flawless to be outside of rap! Called it shit, now I'm here to beat up the bitch