I'm a disaster,
I'm your master,
spit faster,
and longer everlaster,
magic caster,
madder than the mad hatter,
I spit fatter,
rhymes and i matter,
more to rap than the latter,
of all of these rappers,
after,
I spit bullets call me the capper,
so weak you're the sapper,
slingshot ahead, the drafter,
you put me ta' sleep, the napper,
swing harder than a batterr,
I gather,
you don't understand even half of this matter,
which makes me gladder,
you get madder and sadder,
enraged by the laughter,
I'll capture,
my flow in a box until rapture,
"why Pandora's?" that's another matter,
you're turn the actor, to follow after,
a true rapper slash master.