He says he’s crown prince, why not Last King of Scotland?
Ask what do Amin? Well, we know how that plot ends
Deposed and disgraced, he can’t hold onto the crown
Now this battle’s like Twister: I’m winning hands down
I’m a lyrical Marvel and you ain’t even Capcom
Say I’m Gay? Like Enola, droppin nuclear rap bombs
Make you envy Nagasaki, seen better “Best” from Milwaukee
Your raps blow up in your face like autoerotic bukake
His rough stuff all disjointed, I’ll rebuff that reshuffled fluff
Giggs’ response so disappointing it got sorted into Hufflepuff
Over Extha he was Towering, but I’ve struck him down like Babel
Now he just can’t find the words to win, like illiterates with Scrabble!