Danger Lurkz

It's Cyrus, and I got the gift of gab

I'm like a virus, (sick) with the pen and pad

I'm the livest, it's fire when I'm in the lab

And my lines is the finest, like in the trap

Who's my rivals, there will not be survivors

When I get off a couple shots at these liars

I'm raw, get 'em up in the cobra's clutch

And on the nod, I reckon because I'm dope as fuck

I do my job, and shred 'em, like I'm grating cheddar

Maybe his major label should of paid him better

Maybe these little bitches should of practiced more

Gave me some competition, instead of jacking off