[Verse 1]
Welcome to my adversity
Your about to get a new version of me
The show's not over yet, I'm spitting so much fire that it's gonna have ya asses glued to the seat
As you can see I haven't missed a beat
Like Michael Myers being afraid to trick or treat
Motherfucker, a rapper is what I always dreamed I would be
I'm on a motherfuckin' lyrical rampage
The wound's so big, it's hard finding a large enough band-aid
I got so much words to follow, it's hard to find a big enough fan page
No wonder why i'm going on this rampage
[Hook]
The blood, sweat, and tears, is that too much for you
Pussy, money, and drugs, is that all you can spit
I can spit so much fire while i'm takin' a shit with my asshole on fire
Fuck this game, I call it quits
You ignore the real and give success to those who dress like a bitch
Young Thug, Gay Homie Quan, Migos, Drake, Meek, and Iggy Alzaea, this is your final warning
Before I end your career with a sabotage
The only rappers I respect are, Em, Dre, 50, MGK, Royce, Pac, House Gang, D-Twizzy, NF, Yela, B.I.G
And the list goes on
The adversity with the words I speak
I'm rap's next pitbull, ready to be thrown off the leash
[Verse 2]
I experienced many difficulties in the past
To all the people that said I couldn't rap
I'm about to put the next realest in the booth on the map
Without any Dora, someone please get me a Corona
I'm waitin' for the disaster that's coming right at cha
If ya lucky, I might let you live and swoop right motherfuckin' past ya