How many motherfucking times must I iterate that I'm really great?
Initiate skillfully, bitch, this ain't a silly game
Raps done willfully, clearly I really came
With the wrath to illustrate
My fantastic penmanship
Pen and pad, I lend a grip to the craft
I benefit, when you crash, I'm credited
With the brash adrenaline
Bastard, forever tense
A drastic measure to go surpass my enemies
Kiss my ass, Human Centipede
Do the math, add two and two together
I'm moody when I get up
Bitch, I will never let up
Got a lot to prove, I'm better when I cop a groove
I sever dudes and plot my next move
You can never check us, my chess moves
Preface my next tune
Eat beats like it's fresh food
Don't sleep, bitch you slept through
While I stream like a test tube
Take two, you're too fucking fake dude
For me to ever take you serious
Steering what you're hearing
I record 'till delirious
Por favor, no silly shit
Forge a new rhythm with the force
Feeling frigid, no remorse
Fresh to death
Take the writtens to the morgue
This is a holy war
Conflicted, strict commitment, never restricted my lonely core, of course
Coffin shopping when I'm out of options
Anticipating my corpse
I've been locked in, living in a locked den
I won't ever stop until I'm in everyone's top ten
Tip the scales, hop
Plot thickens, drop
Off the top, spitting stale as bread that's sitting, you forgot
Figure that I'll bring this in
Don't quiver, don't be shocked
Figuratively speaking
Pull the trigger 'till I pop off
Truth can't be erased
Like all the scars can't be washed off
Life is hard
Shout out to my dick
You should all hop off
I've been locked in, living in a locked den
I won't ever stop until
I'm in everyone's top ten
Tip the scales, hop
Plot thickens, drop
Off the top, spitting stale as bread that's sitting, you forgot
Figure that I'll bring this in
Don't quiver, don't be shocked
Figuratively speaking
Pull the trigger 'till I pop off
Truth can't be erased
Like all the scars can't be washed off
Life is hard
Shout out to my dick
You should all hop off
Who the fuck are you to poke and bust my chops?
Hold up another shot
Flows are oven hot
Let me load up another glock of hopes
To get all of my rocks off
And then I will top off
The prose that I dropped off
Like a pro, bound to pop off
Pick pocket a knock off
A chip off the block, blow both your socks off
Beyond lost
Do i even have soul? Like Ab Soul
Guess I will never be Top Dawg
It takes time to blow
So I'll take it slow like a Crock Pot
Cannot I stop? fuck a stopwatch
Shit you not, I just do this shit nonstop
Heart on my sleeve, but I'm not a heart throb
Hard to believe, my heart hasn't stopped already
I opt to levy the proper functions
I'm often petty
Can't stop my hunger, Hip hop's my supper
You broads get buttered
I prosper under worth
And stick to the words like a chronic stutter
S-s-s-simple as p's and q's
You too simple to see truth
Not on evening news
Shunned from sheep to view
To summon sneak peaks
'Till it's leaked from the others
Sweep clutter
Deep under deceit and each lover
Mean mugger meek eat the crumbs from the rich
Take a seat youngn
Beat bumping
Take a lease out on a dream to be something
And carve out the scene like some Halloween pumpkins
I've been locked in, living in a locked den
I won't ever stop until
I'm in everyone's top ten
Tip the scales, hop
Plot thickens, drop
Off the top, spitting stale as bread that's sitting, you forgot
Figure that I'll bring this in
Don't quiver, don't be shocked
Figuratively speaking
Pull the trigger 'till I pop off
Truth can't be erased
Like all the scars can't be washed off
Life is hard
Shout out to my dick
You should all hop off
Hop off, hop off, hop off my dick
Hop off, hop off, hop off my dick
Hop off, hop off, hop off (Hop off, hop off)