Stay-at-home fad - Rap cell lyrics

[Verse 1: KYA] I was dubbed a masterpiece Subsequently, I got you listening on a leash Feeling my beats Toe to Toe in the middle of a rap cell When I bust my bars sent you all to the play ground Little tikes, still writing bars about their trikes I'm slaying men with this metaphoric pocket knife Listeners reimbursed As you dead bodies carried off in a hearse Had me thinking it could be worse Your girls blowing so much dick I thought her name was sandy Giving out free handies like a pharmacy Thinking to my self I could drop you with a shell Complaining that you're only in hell because you fell Honestly you dug yourself into a ditch The moment you decided it would be okay to rap against this