Aerial Ace - WTF IS A WEEB? V2

★ verse 1: aerial ace ★
We back to back in this bitch, we sakon and ukon
Tanjiro, i’m cutting rappers off capping longer than wuhan
Kugisaki with the hammer, i see you fake nigga, you gone
Sleeping niggas with this tech in they face, they left the zoom on
Y'all jack my sound like jiro, they don’t hear you though
Test my game, when shit get real he’ll be lying dead like he kirito
Choppa copped a body like it’s ichigo’s
Two tonne diamonds, ken kenaki in darkness you see the glow
Free real estate in yo' bitch head, she baka
You pay her rent, get no love, mizuhara
She pick up my pen when i say i'ma a procter
It's magic how i make her more wet than aqua
Why is you talking?
Slide them pokedollars and stop with the stalling
Don’t try be a hero 'cause my niggas hawking
It’s pain mixed with gaara, his world shall know coffins
Nigga!

★ verse 2: iamchriscraig ★
Chris craig, a.k.a, the commander in chief
I was gone for a minute, now i'm back in the leaf
If you come with disrespect, then you better not speak
My hands flying like jojo if you step to my team
We in the loop, know my brotherhood is infinite
Feeling like i'm sanji, how a nigga always kicking shit
Smack a beat like komuro, so niggas better get a grip
Punches on saitama lev- i think you get the gist
Niggas thought i was the worst one, ikki kurogane
That's a dirty joke like shimoneta, bitch, ayame
Coming from the south and i'm sipping on purple sake
Flow is water, i'd be thinking they'd call me the mizukage
If you hate me then you hate me, i'm still a motherfucking monster though
Run up on them, put the gun up on them, make them feel the pain like nagato
I could have told you all that i'm with the best
You know my chopper called shin, it leave some holes in your chest
For real...

★ verse 3: ham sandwich ★
Rintarou okabe, i'm labbing sun up to sun down
Niggas talking blase, i pull up, they getting gunned down
He not in the loop, then we giving his ass the rundown
Straw hat niggas look the for the piece, i'm pulling one out
You can get tagged like a doujin
Fodder for the cannon, can't ride the wave motion
But they acting like they know shit
I've been takin notice, niggas coasting
If you try that shit around me, leave you homeless
Or domeless like a sturluson, no dapping them snake hands
I'm on my koutarou tatsumi, trynna make bands
These niggas like temari clones, they rolling with fake fans
I'm doing what i want, them niggas doing what they can
The difference is blatant, between us
I'm still dancing on graves, i feel like mina
I stay with the rockets, my main squeeze sabrina
Lift the metal, they get sent to the void, with no zina

★ verse 4: breeton boi ★
Blue up on my body, i'm feeling like joey wheeler
Yami yugi way that i'm switching up my demeaner
Haters claim they rolling with waifus around the street
With all these dollar signs and w's, i ain't seen 'em with either
Ruling in this game and these rappers could never beat us
Gang be on the throne, no one after like king vegeta
All about my paper, i feel like a manga reader
Pull the heater and i guess that you natsu cause you gon' eat up
Schooling all my girls and now you wonder which got the stick
Ak shooting o's, cause a rift in vision like oculus
All these rappers faking, i think they may be homunculus
I'm taking all their chicks now they joining my harem's populous
He ain't ever been up in a room with the best
Blade to his chest, turn him to rimuru tempest
Sonning anyone who test me, like they was goku's descendants
I leave 'em in despair and there will not be any remnants
Gang...