Prepare for da Lyrical Bombs

[Verse 1:]

I am the master of the rhyme and the rap

You can diss on me and I won't give a crap

'Cause I will always be king as long as I'm alive

If you say you don't agree, well that must be a lie

I know everyone knows that

I am the champion of the raps

I'm always destroying these other whack rappers

I also condemn child kidnappers

I'm a bad motherfucker, yes you know it is true

I'm a bad motherfucker and I will kill you

Bombs to ya town

My rhymes will shake the fucking ground

Prepare for da bombs

If you're not prepared they will kill your moms

My God, everybody thinks they can beat me

But I will prove that no one can defeat me

I'm shitting on these rappers like they're toilet water

And all their bad raps are idiot fodder

People listen in to the Childish Gambino

To that I say: "What the hell does he know?"

I'm dropping these lyrics like you can't even grasp

Fuck all you bitches, you can kiss my ass

I'm a bad motherfucker, yes you know it is true

I'm a bad motherfucker and I will kill you

Bombs to ya town

My rhymes will shake the fucking ground

Prepare for da bombs

If you're not prepared they will kill your moms

Sometimes I just ask myself

Is all this skill bad for my health?

But then I stop and think for a little bit

And really they're not when I consider it

I am always gonna destroy your career

That's just the way it is when you're all the way up here

Bombs to ya town

My rhymes will shake the fucking ground

Prepare for da bombs

Prepare for deez muthafuckin' lyrical bombs