I feel arisen, awoke
I ain’t woke, you’re a joke
I feel fresh and clean, bad and Sheen
Me and my team, we carry the scene
You’re a blooper, you’re behind the scenes
I’m a trooper, I’ll carry the storm
You man filthy like homemade p#rn
I’m homemade, UK born and raised
You’re a broken roof, nothing to be raised
I’ll raise Hell if you mess with my crew
I ain’t talking religion, but I love Jus
I love cooking meals, cheffing opps
Smoke, roastеd, flame grilled, whatevеr season
I’ve been in a hundred wars, plenty seasoning
I’ll shoot your crew, zero reasoning
The end of the world, doomsday season
Zombie mode engaged, hunting season
I ain’t employed, ain’t got a boss to be pleasing
Like a decathlon I’m impossible for most
Im looking fresh, you’re a pile of toast
A winner in the scene, yall parasites can host
My big victory, it gets better with age
Like wine or rum, minus the sage
Im looking red, you’re full of rage
I’ll leave you purple, ain’t talking prose
You’re an impostor along us, like RE Rose
Incase that bar went over your head
It’s clear you’re retarded, a far slower head
Some shocking sh#t is what I’ve said
Got stabbed up once, I was almost dead
For hours and hours, I was left bled
I wasn’t talking me, I was talking an Opp
Found out he was a rat, talking to the Cops
I popped up easily, ran to the shops
Bought some AA batteries, ace all the way
I’m a Grade A, you’re an Underway
I’ll drive a car, go all the way
I’ll split your brain, call that fillet
Stuck together but I ain’t gay
Final bar, I got a lot of chocolate
Im done with this freestyle, now I’m just mocking it!
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