"Microphone Slaughterer (Sav's Progression)"

Verse 1:
Too many shots thrown, but no headshots
I thought you niggaz was rougher than feet in Bedrock?
I keep the microphone close, in a headlock
An' when I flow, I make bad broads spread they legs, Ock
Too many think I'm just boastin', but I'm a force to be reckoned
Since 2013, shown y'all nothin' but progression
Every - recordin' session is a funeral procession
Keep it raw, keep it filthy, pores oozin' out aggression
Too many chimps stressin', fearin' the Silverback
Too many second-guessin' if Sav will kill a track
Ain't a question, Fineprint? Too hardcore
Don't give a fuck, middle fingers be flippin' like parkour
E'rything I do is butter, steez talkin' like Parkay
Multi-personality, do it three the hard way
They acts are staged more than Broadway
So give my regards when the reaper comes y'all way
The tough talk, is just talk, they never walk
Mouths become vulvas, that orifice? Gets fucked off

Hook(x2):
I stay offin' you niggaz on that microphone
Bring out the coffin for niggaz on that microphone
My bars slaughter you niggaz on that microphone
You know I fathered you niggaz on that microphone
Don't even bother me on that microphone
Expect no apology on that microphone

Verse 2:
Reverse psychology on that microphone
Hip-Hop dichotomy on that microphone
Separate the weak from the strong on that microphone
The Black Sly Stallone on that microphone
I'm goin' Rambo, wit' unlimited ammo
Been a beast since Killa Cam called out Jigga for wearin' sandals
Grimey like the bando, rap an' get my Migos on
Be a young rich nigga, put my amigos on
Gotta do this track justice, satisfy Royce, Crooked
Budden an' Ortiz; who can ignore these
Bars, respect for raw rhyme
Shoutout to L, bro it's our time
M.o.R, give you more wit'out the "E"
You don't need the extra shit, so let the hype be
You gotta fight me or my bro for that microphone
'Cause we never lettin' go of that microphone...