I am the Predator
The editor of this hell
The bells tole loud
Bout to blow up
When I start writting my flow
Its hard to stop
Tired of being on the low
Its time I reap what I soe bitch
Lungs itch from the smoke
Watch me switch up
Looks like you need a stitch
My words are like knives
You flinch when you see me
Throw your body in the ditch
You are pathetic
Your a generic
Just a wannabe
F*ck you my g