Boxbeaters lyrics

[Verse 1: Sesta]
I wrote this [?] as a battle rap
But you'll never catch me rappin' about the biblical couches, but
Here's a revelation for your patience
Catch me lover [?] and they'll be like "f*ck gradin'"
Nah, I'm about to hit Mitus status
I still blew the pieces in the presence of my absence
It's simple Sesta and I say that I'll be knowin' that
We stand out like [?] stickers in a packet of clothes
My lyrics are never comin' with riddles
I [?] dribble, it's Funkoars, keepin' it simple
And, as for politics, well, f*cks are given
Like trucks are driven as any [?]
To an MC who place an order
Name a girl who gives mad head well: Sketchy Hons' daughter
Ain't droppin' half a bar when I leave you mortified
'Cause your raps are so wack that you get tangled in the corners, like

[Verse 2: Trials]
I got this habit of wreckin' rappers
Takin' 'em off tracks with the force of their L carriages
Twist 'em up, you might get flipped up
And f*ck suicide, you're off tryna diss us
You spit a ring to Trials though
That's like walkin' a tightrope over thin ice bro
[?] and you get stunned quick
We make sh*t look easy like scorin' on drunk chicks
These jumped kids gettin' severed and split
When the funk spits only speakers up will try and bump this
No joke, I provoke the dope
For even thinkin' about tryna test my flow
This fat fella cooked the flex on a rapper
Modern day sick c*nt, you ain't sh*t
When I rip up, crews seem to be no use
Like dyslexic [?] eating alphabet soup