[Verse 1: AOL]
Check it
It’s Mrs. “fuck you and your team”, what you mean
You talkin' on me, shorty, you gon' find me in your dreams
Motherfucker, I’m about me and mine
If you test Crash Blossoms, I promise you won’t survive, huh
You can catch me smokin' on combustables
My swag is adamantium, pussy I’m indestructible
I’m shittin on ya mixtape, pissin in your Lunchables
Fuck around, we do em like Remble, we make you touchable
Spit villainous, spinnin old Dilla shit
Internet rappers on my dick, I don't give a shit
Wicked lil' misfit, addicted to dissonance
Slaughtering these rappers, sever joints, bones, ligaments
Uh, succеss is what you make of it, I guess
I got your shorty herе naked with my dick between her breasts
I ain’t famous, she just heard this tape and wanna give me neck
And I know that I’m gon' make it cause I know that I’m the best
Motherfucker