On BS (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
Yea, It's Unknown motherf*cka

[Verse]
I'm too ill with these raps
I'm too skilled with these raps
If you ever try and diss me
I'm a kill you with these raps, woah
Moral of the story I'm the motherf*ckin' best
And I shoot my shot with b*tches like what Tory did to Meg, woah
It's just a joke, why so serious?
When you rappers go and spit a flow, I ain't hearin' it
Unknown to the heart of foes you know I put some fear it
There's a price out for your soul, I turn to a spirit quick, BLAOOW
Pen is evILL I'm at the top sittin'
Handin' out some L's to the competition
You wanna see me fail cause you're not winnin'
I am just
Kobe Bryant in the fourth my shots hittin'
Buzz beater
All my b*tches bad, you motherf*ckas mad
You not gettin' to the bag, I just laugh
I'm swimmin' in some cash and I'm swimmin' in your b*tch
You should quit with all the raps
Cause you n*ggas have no hits, woah