Paper Tiger Pt. 2

It’s a war out here and I’m here to win it
Let’s do this mano-a-mano no referees, no one to spoil it
Just me and my wits, like a tag team in the ring just bring it
Vs us with verses
Am too good to use curses

I’ll pick at your mind like tax collectors with purses
You know what the worst is
You say you like nikki “You the bestest”
Well hear this
I’m not clay, I don’t model myself after another
My Battle of truth is a hail of fire so run for cover

Am not gonna dodge your shots they’re too soft & made up of cheap material they break easily
As I spit these vocal bullets I riddle your body like it’s a full grown puzzle cause you can’t answer me
And it gets cold and black you have your answer to what’s in the afterlife
Feel the heat from the Devil and the stabs of his mischief knife
You couldn’t see the Pearly Gates since you rushed me you ended that race
I stopped you so quick in your steps it was your falling grace
You thought it was just me, you forgot my inner dragon spits fire as well
That’s why your body is just coal on the ground and you screaming “Oh Hell!”

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