Ain't got no gender, but they call me the middle man I go with the flow, off top, I got little plans Silly little sycophants Stick to being fuckin fans I don't really give a damn little man Got a different style every time I decide to show up Complicate your mind with these rhymes it's boutta blow up Used to be fine with side lines, now that's a glow up Sure you get views online, but bro your flow suck It's really a sign of the times When these stupid kids try to be rhyming No effort whenever you right Can't even fit the timing Don't even try, get undermined Career is dying Your little mind, is prolly fried I hear it crying Yea you wish you had flows like this bitch Do what I love and I killed this shit Yea you wish you had flows like this bitch Do what I love and I killed this shit Break kids necks with a sample and a break beat Think I'm a game with the way you try to play me My words works of art so these bitches try to play me Thwip and spit a quip, like my last name was Raimi Oops! I meant Maguire, you've been preaching to the choir I've been steady spitting fire in these loogies Bitch sue me Why you acting choosey Temper short just like Uzi My music is eternal While you're taking up rehearsal time I'm jumping over hurdles Sure I'm nerdy like I'm Urkel But I'm hot like Jaleel Hot like the wheels Hot enough to burn steel Like bitch you can't deal With this shit cuz its far too glorious Do what I love and I'll be victorious Yea this shit is far too glorious Do what I love and I'll be victorious