I drop some ill s**t quick like pidgeons in sky sick
my spit is ac-id-ic like hydrochloric d**k
St Nick couldn't present my gift of gab
lyrical barbs wired, leave opponents stabbed
every moments glad, until my verses veer to vicious
rub you out like a genie, but you get no wishes
the pain I dishes, leaves you feelin' masochistic
my a** hole kiss it, now you wearin' s**t for lipstick
check ballistics, I hit, with pin point percision
break you down like division, your demise I envision
It's a given DragonStylez is a mythical beast
I'll rep N Y as you die, and on your frame I will feast
unleashed like Jet Li, yo my punches hit the hardest
I police the rap game, so I'm a marshal artist
you're the farthest from next best, need to take a rest
my chest, blessed with depth, on my honor I attest
leave you stressed, depressed, you couldn't quite get there
like fake money at a toll booth, I know this isn't fair