(Verse 1 - Skullions)

If we did this shit in mistresses, bitch I got a fortune

Player, slayer. Getting more poon than George Cloon

This ain't even fair, I nuke the game, warhead it

Cleanup crews on standby - more stretchers, more medics

Hit up the rhyme shop with 10 grand in store credit

Any MC left alive with a bed, yo they sure to wet it

I'm as ill as they come, get cake and I ain't spilling a crumb

Hero to most but still a villain to some

At least the competition, cuz to them I'm Atilla the Hun

Storm the shores with swords and make the villagers run

Turn whatever they built to ash, smoke, and rubble piles

Dopest fucking style, frequently fly - double miles

Dudes be shaking, going, "Yo Yo, your pal's a spaz."

True enough. Fuck Compton, I be straight outta Alcatraz

Was born fire, now with rap I found the gas

Found my knack for fucking tapping girls with old-school Alba ass

(Verse 2)

Run for your life, this dude's come for a fight

Hell-bent on killing rappers, just to get another delight

Am I living up to the hype? Shit, when I'm done with the cyph

They throwing bills at me like It's A Wonderful Life

I'm that stranger you don't talk to, take you mother's advice

Turning slick-spitting rappers into the stuttering types

Yo, we nothing alike - me and these Simons that sounds simple

I've been fire emoji since hashtags were pound symbols

Been smacking grills since before I lost a baby tooth

Throwing crazy dukes, getting bitches out their Dasiy Dukes

And their bathing suits. These rappers hate me, true

But way they messed up the game

I'm just doing what they made me do

I got some scores to handle, I got some shit to settle

Outdo these bums lyrically dropping instrumentals

These 90's Nick kid rappers, yo have 'em get assembled

I'll show 'em with steel who's a Legend at Hitting Temples