[Verse 1]

Do me a favor, keep my name out your mouth

Go back to your Mom's house digging change out the couch

You just mad because I ate out your spouse and autographed her thighs on my way out the blouse

You probably got aroused when you found out, that we got it popping like wearing high heels in a bounce house

Ap's Leaps & Bounds over geeks and clowns

With beats that pound 'til neighbors screaming

'Keep it down!'

Baddest man in the town who leave warlords retreating, creeping people out like floorboards are creeking

A cretin, a creature

The creep recording you screaming, and made you do it over because the levels were peaking

For all the suckers who sleeping, I'm a boost of adrenaline

When new rappers are soft and their producers are feminine

And a few of the veterans, gotten used to the regiment

Dick sucker for semen if they can use as a specimen

So desperate to be popular again, like your old ass uncle to try to chill with your friends

To try and follow the trends, that shit looks so lame

It's so whack like when old people use new slang

I'm trying to make more dough than Bruce Wayne

But you'll never hear me rapping on songs with Gucci Mane

That's too strange what people do for fame, motherfuckers should be hanged like Saddam Hussein

I got

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So much anger, built inside

So much anger, built inside

So much anger, built inside

So much anger, built inside

[Verse 2:]

I'll leave a rapper terrified standing stiff as a statue

Curled up in the fetal position like a cashew

Just wait until I catch you, attack you and smash you into blood

Then I'll bottle it and use it to tattoo every biter and whack crew trying to bite my raps too

I'll slash you

You fat fuck and leave you leaking Ragù

I'm radical like the 80's from Powell Peralta

I'm radical like an Islamic suicide bomber

I'll leave a rapper's back shattered like dabs

So pack up your bags and toss them in the back of a cab

The cash getter rap spitter steady bagging a bad bitch, while you be mad because you get catfished by fat chicks

But you ain't sweating if they're heavy as Oprah

You just sweep them off their feet

Wingardium Leviosa

I'm deadly as a Cobra with fangs full of cocaine, I train on a stage with a fifty pound gold chain

Brain with a depth and rep of Imhotep, I cryogenically froze the foes who slept

Never step to a God when you're simply a mortal man, I'll rip off your skull and autograph it for a fan

I'm unstable every verse is fatal

An angel who's selling my soul at the merch table

Your shit's soft and I get so pissed off, the force could cause a rocket ship to lift off with

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So much anger, built inside

So much anger, built inside

So much anger, built inside

So much anger, built inside