[Verse 1]
Who's really getting that hate?
Who's really making that entrance?
Who really shows these days that he can end his fucking sentence?
Why does he rock so hard? What a good question
It seems like friday nights my energy is everlasting
Shenanigans and I ain't even from Ireland
Your pockets are full of green but I can make a punch land
This shit is boring me let's kick it up a notch
Let's make the sky rock
[Chorus]
This is what you get for questioning me
My words in your ear last endlessly
I won't stop until you all can see
That I'm the greatest thing upcoming
You know my spitting gets you higher
My shit gets you higher
My lyrics get you higher
[Verse 2]
Why don't I pick something my own size?
My lyrics ain't hype, but I can surely surpise
So I can reign when you've all gone blind
It's a type of thinking, make it worthwhile, leave you mortified
I've never seen lean, but I'm fucked up
I got this magical feeling that you'll get cut up
As I crash through the ceiling with a Buttercup
Who sees me in person knows I'm powerfluff
I am whatever you say I am
I'm trouble and I come from a foreign land
My style is melancholic with a healthy dose of sarcasm
And some chronic self deprecation
My music makes you wanna change your station
Because you can't stand my lyrical confrontation
But in the end, theres just one thing that counts
That I made your ears turn around