Rican Theories? Nah, his vision’s a blur,
He claims he’s profound, but he’s barely mature.
I dissect his lines, slice ‘em up with precision,
Each word’s a collision, it lacks any vision.
I’m Lady Death,
cutting through with finesse,
Your theories collapse under weight, nothing’s left.
You talk like you’re deep, but you’re scraping the surface,
I’m slaying your verses, exposing your worthless.
Massachusetts can’t save you, your name’s just a myth,
I come with the flame, and I burn where you drift.
So Rican, you’re weak, better step from the throne,
It’s Lady Death’s kingdom, I’m claiming my own.