All right, it’s the start of this rap
Becoming one with the beat, so all my people just
Clap, my lyrics bring mass
Destruction
Everybody gets scared
Fearing that my delivery makes you lose your hair.
Gallantry is my credo
Having none is a drag
I’m
Journeying through this style
Keeping cool when I brag
Lyrical lacerations
Making good on my word
Never battle assassins
Overrated? Absurd.
Praying that I will finish
Quivering at my speech
Reaching ‘round for a
Savior that is equal to me
Try your luck, but you fail
Undefeated, my streak
Very keen is the lyricism Bonanza speaks.
Wallow now in despair
X marked in your skin
You may try hard to beat me
Zero chance you will win.

Alphabetical Manslaughter, Bon. Nice.