[Intro]

Got 'em thinking that I’m done dust, like hard drugs

Didn't kiddy listen for a wish ya' shut the fuck up!

Rapping rim-jobs all these bums suck, and tongue touch

If you ain’t fucking with em what you tell em? Shut the fuck up!

[Hook]

'Cause I've been feeling kind of distant lately

Wondered if you'll ever miss me maybe

'Til then the scene could use a touchup

Photoshop, know you're cropped

Close ya' gobs and shut the fuck up!

[Verse]

Coming outta' hibernation seems I falled into rest

Positivity’s all left now there’s a hole in my chest

So I'm bombing on these termites now they’re all in defense

I hear you whisperers but don't you know they walk with the dead

Talk to my friends you'll get a fork in your pecs

From these demons that have taken over all in my head

Told ya bitch I'm Santa - had her crawl in my bed

And I emptied my sack, but shes being naughty again

Shorties a sex addict, bench banging, leg swangin’

Head hanging, get that in, all i heard was "Yes daddy!"

I press rappers like the source magazine

And tape them in a bag like some porn packaging

Fuck your bars I'll take a crack at the whole country

I know I'm an ass, but you faggots just won't touch me

I swear if I hear more actual blokes mumbling

I'll flip the script and walk on these rappers like Joe Budden

[Hook]

'Cause I've been feeling kind of distant lately

Wondered if you'll ever miss me maybe

'Til then the scene could use a touchup

Photoshop, know you're cropped

Close ya' gobs and shut the fuck up!

[Verse]

King Arthur with the pen - Ain't no swordsman can challenge me

Kicked with Leonidas - Butler soared through the blackened pit

Wings formed from the back of me, horns started sprouting seems

They've awakened the old me from that corpse in the cabin, G

You've forced these imbalances you're talking with Anakin

Thought I was beat 'til I crawled from the lava pit

Formed me some planet ship, sought through the caverns and

Gawked at a powered ring and walked over Palpatine

Zelda sixty-four boy I'm all for some Action, B

Leave you back in time in my mask like a slasher scene

More craft than factories, bars than a Wrangler Jeep

You programmed to be squares in your dork final fantasies

I'mma do it all without corporate backening

Walked through the pits of hell now fall at my blackened feet

I find it funny that these pussies call for some action G

When you ain't hardcore you sounding more like a casualty

Aussie crickets who ain't got the balls to be tampering

Standing on my house I'll make you fall from the rafter beams

All of you wack emcee's who talk in the back of scenes

I direct the shots now, pause, roll it back in three...