I’m like a gauntlet and I have to go through 3 rounds,
But I’m like a tank, you ain’t knocking this nigga down.
My rhymes can make you jump in the air and lose control,
You be screaming What the fuck when you catch my flow,
Til my tank shoots you down and makes you march steadily behind,
But when you hear this simplistic beat and melody, your mine.
It’s like an army base commander minus all the screaming,
If you think that you’re the best, keep on fucking dreaming,
I keep looking behind my back to make sure your scary face ain’t there.
Chorus:
I’m like a Tank!
And this chorus is a little undeserving,
Of these people I’ve been hurting,
All these wicked rhyme I been squirting,
You won’t take me, Fine but I’ll take you,
Time to take my spot this is overdue.
Obviously you wouldn’t accept me, And I guess I can forgive,
But when I come back and sentence you to death, don’t call me morbid,
All your rhymes are awful, they don’t make sense, and just horrid,
Go back to gaming, ain’t no fucking sense in being here,
If the sign says “No fags allowed,” Then why you do stay queer?
My flows are like a tank, they always shoot bolts of cannonballs,
I’m so blind I need to yell randomly like Ozzy, “Shannon CAll!”
Chorus:
I’m like a Tank!
And this chorus is a little undeserving,
Of these people I’ve been hurting,
All these wicked rhyme I been squirting,
You won’t take me, Fine but I’ll take you,
Time to take my spot this is overdue.
