Verse 1:

Odds insurmountable

Android got that pinata flow

Hit em with the bars they ain't accustomed to-

Uncomfortable

Tryna get more stacks than a hundred Dr. Huxtables

Success, success, success- that's as far as my options go

Spittin' bars like a ratchet a$$ so you can say I'm talkin' twerkin'

See so many V's, call it hospitality workin'

My parents must be Prac and Tice because Practice makes perfect

I'm workin' hard and It's workin'

All this hard work, yeah it's worth it

Makin' it rain-money shower- errbody rockin' shower cutrains

Android swaggin out the planet, how the hell they gon' earth him?

I'm power walkin on the moon, movin' faster than these backwards rappers

They think they ballin'. I snap em, attack em, then sack em

Wrap em in the affore mentioned, shower curtains

Thats for certain

Kill em quick- i won't hurt em

Eat em up- i won't desert em

Address the matter- i won't skirt it

Only God can be my Judge, murderer will still be the verdict

Hook:

The bars dropped are never lifted up

Mentality high as kites but i ain't spliffin nuthin

Like the New World Order, i ain't just spit for nuthin

*Attempted evil laughter*-I'm a monster like a lifted truck

Verse 2:

I'm comin at ya, like answers after an exam, brah

Then hit you with the real raps, the battle axe example

Need a glove for my tongue. I swear, these bars too hot to handle

As i grab the pole and vault over this rap propaganda

I see no need for a pattern with a flow this hap-hazardous

Need to re-Christen the game as we trek over this rap dancin' stuff

At the same time, if we Step Up, all these hoes a stop actin up

Admittedly found the game lost, so we have to bring it back with us

I'm Android and you don't go as hard as this

Even Spartacus couldn't spar with us

Humanoid, robotic and monstorous

At your neck with stuff stronger than lozenges

And I'm rippin out your entire cardio vascular

Dressed in all black- man I'm pimpin'- Count Swaggular

Like, "Vun, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8"

Take it me countin' backwards, means I'm bouta detonate

These niggas might be fly, but just above em's where i levitate

Killin all these dudes they'll never be able to reciprocate

Verse3:

I'm cookin up a storm, cause like the Bible says, 'He-brew'

Started from the bottom, now I'm here, shout out to DQ

My stunnas like a Maybach partition, nobody see through

Feelin like John Cena, but guess what brah, I C U

And that's exactly where I put these rappers right after I Breeze through

You Ri-repeat your lines. i swear the Rap Game don't need you

Even though we chillin in the same clubs like we cool

We in the same spot, but you can't spot me. cause, guess what? yall just weak dude

Talkin bou my own friends, how the hell could i say that?

But you niggas know I'm tryna get higher than the state tax

All I want is to spit a Minion bar, ain't nobody could hate that

I'm in the game but I wanna be all over it just like spray tan

I'm don with this sh!t, i wanna be on to the next one

The evolution of raps, even Charles Darwin couldn't expect some

Of the bars i'm bouta drop on these toilet type rappers

Workin harder than a slave, tell em, it's toilin time, dammit!