[Verse 1]:
AlcoPollock is here and he's plotting to rob gotham
Quick he's a problem he's sick so let's stop him
Grab batman the combatant and somebody call robin
He's poppin shots as he mocks us calling us all dachshunds
A bunch of fucking weenies it's too easy when you're this awesome
But I'm getting sick of the bottom my mission is to be the top gun
Wait until fame blossoms I'm taking stages I got em
Dropping bombs upon them caution these songs are islamic
Kill you off with atomics an awful rotten thing to start flaunting with
Taunting you all cockily raw without a condom bitch
I'm not a fucking communist but I'm taking over like Stalin did
Faggots make me a monument I'm faded and got confidence
I'll dominate this game like a plague I'm small pox bitch
This isnt complicated fuck off with that outdated shit
Put me in a place where I can dictate these dickfaces and be one of the greatest
Liquidate, exterminate, obliterate you fake faces
Annihilate, eradicate, erase you from being famous
I'm stuck behind chasing in this race like last places
I'm enraged about my rank because lame faggots can't take this
I'm an alien in this game waving to haters in a space ship
[Chorus]:
Honestly this rap shit is just another hobby
You got me, caught me, I know sometimes I'm off beat
Golly, I'm sorry I know my rhymes are sloppy
Choppy like a tidal wave bitch I'm a tsunami
I'm hot like wasabi, you chickens gettin' cocky
You think you can stop me then go ahead brawl with me
You're never gonna topple me you're never gonna harm me
Come up in this bitch like a one man army
[Verse 2]:
Political syllables typical
My visual seems to be visible
Completley out of peripheral
Can't beat me I'm so original
You spitters are looking so minimal
My shit rocks like minerals
Make statements naked and literal
You're gonna need a fucking miracle
Or something, inexplicable
You're nothing to me invisible
I can think up every word you'll say you're style is so predictable
Get yourself into position
To fit into my competition
Kick off some repititons you might be fit to make the admission
Maybe one day you'll be great but you can't make the auditions
I've been fixing for a rhythm im a delirious lyrical technician
I'm never outta ammunition so go ahead Tristan, get Ryan Mitchell and listen
You two I can produce to be the next viewed exhibitions
I'll make a fool out of you two
And show you a musical magician
Heres what I can do, with a short fuse, and two targets to start killing
Just gimme a few minutes and a witness to jot and print shit
My skills are spitting missles and they definitely ain't missing
I got a homing device and it's locked on to you bitches
I just fired my first shot and I'm sending it on a mission
This is my fake petition
I've submitted consisting of disses
I'll dismiss you, and convince you to get the fuck out of my business
Relinquish before you begin you dont want me as opposition
Now lets take an intermission I'm feeling malnutritious
I'm feeling hungry for beef but all I see are these bitches
I'm fierce and I'll persist until you hit me back with some real shit
[Chorus]:
Honestly this rap shit is just another hobby
You got me, caught me, I know sometimes I'm off beat
Golly, I'm sorry I know my rhymes are sloppy
Choppy like a tidal wave bitch I'm a tsunami
I'm hot like wasabi, you chickens gettin' cocky
You think you can stop me then go ahead brawl with me
You're never gonna topple me you're never gonna harm me
Come up in this bitch like a one man army
[Outro]:
I'm still just being the modest me
Yeah, I'm here for respect
'cause I'm the best in preston and im bettin' on that
It's Jack
AlcoPollock
Oh God