i am thee shit

non-fiction spitting,
N not fucking kiddin,
My mission is existin,
N My diction is not quitin,
Fuck what you are thinkin,
Truly vindictive since the academy
balls deep in vocabulary,
So I Splatter the anatomy of my adversaries,
it seems you need to learn my-story
Cuz I know your his-tory,
So when you Battle this mc no myst-ery
See Im as strong as Liste-rine
Thorough breeds rarely concede,
So it seems You barely got shit on me,
What's the matter with that?
Pass you during your victory lap,
And after your attacks,
Relieved that my pride's still intact
In fact I heard I had to sacrifice more to advance,
past the exact spot you stand but I demand a chance,
Wrote this in a tin can flying back from  France,
But my raps have you playing this track back,
What's the matter with that?
Watch you react but never contend what I said,
Bending words to my own ends comes with benefits,
Fuck my enemies but I don't always take revenge,
But I'm not complacent while I watch em fake it,
If you knew me that's no amazement,
I am not a warrior on the weekends I stay fit and lit,
go hard all four seasons eating steaks n shit,
No complaining about living in a matrix,
I have no replacement,
So you can diss but don't miss,
Cuz I'm Born December 25,
What is this,
i Call it bradmas,
I'll deliver hellish gifts to the kids,
Fuck Christ and his symbolic fish,
I'm devlish, many diabolical sins I admit to wish,
Hella quick  but respect i can take what I can dish,