Kyd TERROR Freestyle Verse

Kyd TERROR on the track, betta step back

'fore I cock back, and attack, 

while I stack up my racks

Eatin' you up like big macs, or a midnight snack

Your wack flow lacks the skill to attack, bro

So remember this,

'fore I remember your dismemberment

I feel on bitches' measurements

I'm a part of my betterment

How you gon' match the dopest writer? Move, I'll light your a** on fire

Like a Zippo lighter, but I might leave out the igniter

I'm harder than the Iron Man, more fiercer than a lion, man

If you saying that you think you dope, you must be lying, man

My words are a million machine guns, so ease back

I got the Eurpoean flow that'll even turn the seas black

Lyrical swords like Wu-Tang, strike the weak rhymes you brang

Replacing my old fire, call that the new flame

Surfacin' from the ashes, ashes, ya'll fall down

Witness the sound I found that'll snatch your crown