[Intro: Bryce Vanhook & C-3PO ]

"This is madness"

Yep, he's back, he's back, he's back

"I do believe they think I am some sort of God"

Bryce Vanhook, C-3PO

Hey man I'm just havin' fun with it

"This time you have gone too far"

[Verse: Bryce Vanhook]

Look

I heard that they wanted for me to rap more

So I put on some tiller and hit the blackboard

Now I'm just a vanilla Attila the Hun

Yeah the villain has come

Fillin' it up with all of these facts for

Anyone who seems to have forgotten I'm the God with it

Top spot with a matchbox hot rod in it

Toyin' with you newbies like I'm Hasbro

All ya do is fake all the swag that the boy done had bro

Tryna get that pass go money, where my pad though?

Heard of me, crib in every corner like a nursery

Lyrically I'll leave you as a murder in the first degree

And get off on perfecting my perjury, just 

Watch son

Got a chip on my shoulder Deshaun Watson

Lightbulb over my head is a hunnit million watts sun

Light the only thing as hot as this, I'm like a mix

Of twista, motionless and Marley with this juice I'm tossed in

Didn't wanna do it but you leave me with no option

Post Malone the only one that know what I am lost in

I'm 'Bron when he in Cleveland and Brady when he in Boston

Hometown hero, with the whole world watchin

Wow, I'm bringin' waterloo to all of you napoleon 

Complex wannabe's like

Who I'm gonna bomb next?

I'll go and turn you to pieces like Ron Artest

Already better than half the freshman, if not best

A monster you just hear of, 

I'm Concord's Lochness

Turnin' all these mosh pits, to Auschwitz

Less you playin ball with me, homie you do not spit

Not sick, homie I'm nauseous

I'll just have to

Give an example, of infinite stamina

Women are rammin', the den of a champion

Everyone sleepin', like givin' 'em Ambien

Sit when I'm standin', I live in the ambience

Alienated, I'm out of this world

If you scared that I'll make it, just hop on the band wagon

Cause I'm one of kind, I been 

Rappin' without every pair of my pants saggin'

I'm under the impression you're impressed

The type of flow that make you picture puffin out my chest

Got 'em on they toes, stomp the yard with every step 

I'm like a check, all these hoops without a net, talkin o's, like Woah

That fat kid from middle school glowed

Like yo, that white boy puttin' on a show

Goin dummy if you still don't know

Call home, goin gold, C-3PO, just know I'm gone