Ok like,
I was in the trenches
On my kill bill shit, get your neck interjected
I am just a presence
Tell me which pony crazy enough to wanna test it
Wreckage, that’s ‘gon be the result
So you should call up all the villains, say the demon is out
See these upcoming rappers always fiending for clout
Always acting lackluster beyond resonable doubt eugh
Gone 8 months, still at the top bitch
Still the hardest worker bee at the office
Still taking down motherfucking opps quick
Still melting all my mics spitting toxic
Still wearing Raf, still like Adonis
Even Tia couldn’t handle all this hot shit
Came up in the game spitting nonsense
Still get bits like they dropping off deposits

I got 12 with the beat don’t come close
If you ain’t do too well with the heat

Gas’d up like I’m boutta blow up
and they spit shit quick always acting like they know us
Damn, think they spittin’ cold
now these Grade D rappers really always acting like I froze up
Ain’t none of my business, another song
from me is most likely on these rapper’s wishlist
It’s still the bloodhound sinning but in this fucking
dog eat dog eat world, all of you are bitches
Don’t walk to me, can’t sleep, can’t breathe
And for sure don’t respect the fucking levity
I don’t need this shit, I’ll do what Tia did
to Nightmare Moon, you get ethered, quick
I’m on some new shit, flexing on everypony that do this
the proof is sweeter than sugar cube corner cool whip
Intrusive breaking in all of these bitches new crib
Who this? Hollow and 12 you should knew it