Some quick bars

I'm sharper than a samurai sword
Others get ripped and torn
Bringing realness
Show weakness and you'll die in the war
Wind up another corpse
Like many have before
Falling victim to the force
Aint a maybe it of course
You get popped off like corks
My lyrical skills are past most
You get burnt when I flow
Way past roast
Cause when I grab the microphone, I aint tellin jokes
Death is the outcome of my foes
Cause I drop them like dominoes
Once I hit the first one, man they all gots to go
Far behind, I left them a long time ago
You had your time to shine, now it's my time to glow

I'm like the microphone chemist
I got the right formula to take all of yall
The sickest lyricist I am your phobia
I know you're fearing it, I'm gonna slaughter yall
Rip through tendons and ligaments just to fold you
You cheat to win by mirrorin this, you the imposter
Wearing fake mustaches and different outfit, but I'm quick to spot you