[Verse One: Angry Mic]

I love you Hip-Hop, I'll go until the tip top

Cause everything I spit knock and I don't need a pitstop

I know my shit hot, so baby grab that Ziploc

It's empty? Go and get doc cause someone gonna get got

To any emcee that bit my flow, let's go quid pro quo

I am fit to blow

I know you know, so stop acting ignorant

Spit in front of the fans, now they catching wind of it

Yo, my crime syndicate looking omnipotent

I refine instruments, you define impotence

The vocab will fill up the whole pad

Got your ho bagged, next stance, you go stag

And she's so bad, Jada[kiss], "Why" they so mad?

Forget when their skull stabbed then getting their toe tagged

I keep bud in jeans, I keep flooding scenes

You knee deep up Shits Creek, I'm in the submarine

And yeah, ???son is steamed???, about a full head of it

My soul sentiment will now extol benefits

'Til it's sold then I mold, their is no precedent

'Bout to blow like the president, make dough like embezzlement

Defense save us, no proving the mens rea

I befriend sadists who move work like Mientkiewitcz

I rock this, so rock this, so fucking obnoxious

To top it, I'm toxic, I'll give you the synopsis

I never got respect I deserve, every pitch was a curve

Another bitch on my nerves, another herd of those herbs

Who just inferred, never heard a word, this is absurd

Come revenge time, I'm cold as the dishes I serve

Hoping some of them listen, after this I'mma quiz 'em

Dudes missing if my dreams never come to fruition

What am I sipping? This a fifth and you don't sip it, you chug

Quips they love him, quick to judge him, so they sticking like mud

Think he couldn't get jacked? Who's he thinking he was?

Jack-son like the bill to fucking picked up a dub

I'll have him missing some blood if he persist with the grudge

Show he's making a mess, put this bitch in the tub

[Droseph Stalin]:

Calm down, Angry, just calm down!

[Verse Two: Angry Mic]

I can't calm down, kid, I am confounded

Do these rappers even know what a compound is?

Thought so by the way their last song sounded

Know the game but not a referee, I'm Hip-Hop's refugee

Bob shot the sheriff, I'm the one who got the deputy

My destiny impressively manifested in me

I think about it obsessively, making this a necessity

Repping blocks, man? Your street softer than Sesame

So, weaponry is meant for the motherfuckers who slept on me

When testing me you'll get to see why I'm on this trajectory

Bud ain't got no seeds? My dealer got a vasectomy!

Mic, funny isn't it? Don't remember you spitting it

If you were in Jerz for college, it would be different

Prolly be less dissidents, maybe even assistances

Contingent on the chance that I wasn't facing imprisonment

How you pitching it? Weigh out the minimal, bag it

Or do you dream of a ki? Real original, faggot

You ain't got no KB, no one's itching to have it

I'mma rip your arm off and have you pitching like Abbott

Now, I'm quick to bury any Tom, Dick, or Harry

Cause I was overlooked just like Sean Singletary

It's time for a breakthrough, my rhyming, they take two

If God don't like ugly, He must fucking hate you