Satay...

[Voltron]

Posts are deadly, one move, i got them
Your all ghosts, i allready shot them
Dominate opponents, go for the kill
Like MJ in the post, i score at will
Exploring skill, for sure its real
Fuck bitches, you Lauryn Hill
Born to kill, everything i touch is death
No feet like you lost a step
The frost is kept, im ice cold
Broke kids, why the price folds
Twice gold, fight souls, mics old
Skin ya meat like lypo
A born hustler, i always win
Punches hot, leave you with a satay chin
And grills extra crunchy, eat ya meal
Or sport a scar similar to seal