Step back, step back, boy, it's about to go down,

In this concrete jungle, only kings wear the crown.

Yeah, you talk a big game but you ain't built for this,

Steppin' to me? Boy, you must be delirious.

I'm a death machine, leave you six feet deep,

Spit these bars like bullets—watch your crew retreat.

You a lil’ bitch, soft as a love song,

Actin’ like a king but your throne long gone.

Talkin’ all that shit but your funds don’t match,

I see you flexin' pennies while I stack these racks.

I’m a death machine, no heart, just steel,

Body every beat, leave ‘em all to kneel.

You ain't got no skill, ain't got no fight,

Step up to me? Say good f*ckin’ night.

Boy, you faker than your chain, that shit rustin’,

Try to throw hands? Nah, you just bluffin’.

Your girl in my DMs, say she love my vibe,

Guess she tired of a bum, she want a real ride.

I’m the storm that you don't wanna face,

You runnin' wild but you can’t keep pace.

Hit ‘em with a flow so cold, so slick,

While you droppin’ scraps, I’m buildin’ bricks.

Ain’t no mercy, ain’t no peace,

Drop a body every time I breathe.

You ain't even in my league,

I'm a god, you just a flea.

I’m a death machine, no heart, just steel,

Body every beat, leave ‘em all to kneel.

You ain't got no skill, ain't got no fight,

Step up to me? Say good f*ckin’ night.

[Solo]

(Heavy bass thump, echoing clangs of steel)

Yeah, next time think twice before you mention me,

Or I’ll send your weak-ass rap career to history.

Death Machine, bitch, I run the scene,

Now watch me leave while your crew just screams.

You a sidekick, I’m the main event,

You out here beggin’ while I pay my rent.

Call yourself a boss but you still takin' orders,

I’m runnin’ this shit, got shooters at borders.

And as the crowd goes wild, let the truth ignite,

Burn the bridges down, no more dark of night.

In this battle of kings, you ain’t touchin’ this dream,

I’m the death machine, boy, welcome to my reg