Jake Haw:

99 flavors bring variety
These pussy rappers trying to try me can't see irony
No iron see I put "I" in team, I'm a lone wolf
Known crook, walking got the bangers in my notebook
Got my own look studios I don't book
I got mine, sick of fighting rappers for my slot time
Sick of catching bodies for a hot rhyme
Rocka bye baby, the middleman from the crossfire

Fubar:

This new chapter is dark, true master of art
I can spit a verse make the moon shatter apart
Move faster than sharks, here to minimize your fun
When I cut your neck after I solidify my tongue
Crystalize your lungs, qualified to civilize you fucks
The moment that I initialize a punch
I'm dangerous, die from the cyanide spit
It's Fubar, the rapper with a giant-sized (beep)

Sadida:

Public executions, back to fine edges
Watch their heads fall at random like Tetris
Hate them all, waging war, battle cry endless
The kid awakened hungry after my breakfast
With these pieces of shit I'm Shooter McGavin
Blood stains on my clothes ruin the fabric
But I won't ever quit, proof of an addict
Make bitches disappear like doing some magic

Subcon:

I hit the mic and what I "write's" the "type" discarding foes
Those who "suck" enough to "pass a golf ball through a garden hose"
Those who "blow" and cannot "spit" so I'd assume they "swallow"
Lacking "lines" while my "supply's" the size of like "Dr. Zhivago"
I got that "dope" if you want the "smoke" like "Demi Lovato"
I'm bringing "heat" to every beat my phlegms a "semi auto"
Sending "lead" at heads in "bulk" enough to fill a "Costco"
Stand knee deep in "shells" when I got "beef" but I ain't selling "tacos"

I.N.F.

For those who think I just started son, son I've been a vet
I'm old school I'm still getting used to internet
I'll rip a set, so many rhyme lines will intersect
The ineffective minds will realign signs of intellect
My introspect is so dark and twisted
Paint with my blood, my art is my heart and liquid
Bars are vicious, ripping up your cartilage quick
Write a killer whale tale on you sharks and fishes