WEALTHMASTA - Grilled

★ intro ★
*iced_jules is at a sled dog racing event*
Announcer: ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 69th annual alaskan mushathon!!
*the crowd erupts*
Announcer: mushers, take your positions!
*iced_jules and the other contestants line up to prepare for the race*
Announcer: on your mark
Announcer: get set
Announcer: go!!!!
*all the racers take off down the snowy hill with their dogs… except for iced_jules, who just stands there, staring lustfully at hеr leader dog*
Crowd: what the hеll is she doing?
*with a sinister grin on her face, ice_jules begins to unzip her pants*
*she slides off her underwear, revealing she has a dick*
Crowd: wtf
Announcer: it’s bigger than mine!!!
*iced_jules stumbles over to the dog, trembling from the weight of her massive boner*
*the entire crowd is in horror as iced_jules begins to do the unspeakable*
*the cries and screams of the poor husky will forever haunt their memories*
Crowd: disgusting!!!! kick her out!!!! arrest her!!!!
*iced_jules moans loudly as she begins to climax*
*iced_jules pulls out, and sprays out a massive stream of cum for what seems like forever*
*everyone in the crowd is puking and screaming… except for wealthmasta, who was standing in the front of the crowd all along, laughing*

★ verse ★
Oh, alright i get it, i finally figured it out today
You’re a transgender, that’s what you’re trying to say
Cause you be referring to yourself as a female in every diss
Yet you spend entire verses bragging about the size of your dick
What genitalia do you have, i guess we’ll never find out
But penis or vagina, we both know that shit’s dry ground
Talking bout wearing some fucking calvin klein
Yeah that seals it, you were most certainly born a guy
I guess being a 6’2 woman must affect your health
At least you don’t gotta ask people to reach shit off the shelf
Built like a freightliner, too bad your engine’s all smoke
Nobody wanna put mileage on yo ass, you’re old and broke
Only thing you’re hauling is a steaming load of horseshit
You’re a semi truck but i’m a motherfucking war ship
I’m a fry cook and you’re about to get fucking grilled
I’m gonna throw a celebration when you finally get killed
I ain’t playin, i’ll shoot you up like they shot donald trump
Motherfuckers ain’t mickey but they’ll be yelling “donald, duck!”
So ring the fire alarm, i’m spreading flames yellow and orange
Boutta swing at your face like a motherfucking door hinge
Your tracks lack tact, bitch you’re getting lyrically smacked
Your raps are falling flat, you tried to act, now you’re caught in a trap
You’re a piece of trash, i’m stacking racks while you yap and cap
I spit fire and melt wax, which means you’re easy to crack
You play pretend with your pen, that’s why your bars are ass
You messed with the best and now you’re under attack
I’m gigantic, volcanic, and i’ll turn your career into crap
You’re in a frantic panic because you know you won’t last
★ outro ★
Analyst 1: damn, that was insane
Analyst 2: yeah, iced_jules got cooked… but ngl, i was expecting more
Analyst 1: yeah, me t- *device beeps*
Analyst 2: huh?
Analyst 1: *stares at the device with shock on his face*
Analyst 2: *leans in to see the screen* oh shit, is this what i think it is?
Analyst 1: yup, this isn't over… something big is coming