[Intro]

You two bit backstabbing piece of eggplant shit!

You're dead! Your friends are dead, your family's dead, I'm gonna fuck you up and your children and your grandchildren

You're dead! Dead! (yo)

[Verse]

I get a hard-on for using jargons for a started cause

A falling 8 Ball logo that's been charred after a car bomb

Take one good pause and save the applause

He's charged up with a strong jaw from Lyrical Law

He goes by the name of Daniel Monroe

Sometimes, the Yellow Jacket, but never a bro

A maniacal psycho that wants you to die slow

Bring your whole tеam with you, he'll might go outta control

I'ma bury some weasеls, so watch me

It's your fate when I'm furious like Diesel and Walkie

There's not a rule on YouTube that's a reasonable policy

If you want inspiration, admire me, Lethal, and Watsky

Where I'm from, I eat 6 meals a day at least

Breakfast, brunch, lunch, dunch, dinner, and midnight feast

I'm splitting codons with the sickest protons

Spilling the sickest potions under my vicious devotions

Grab you, throw you, and land hard on your face

I hit your chest with enough force to knock your heart outta place

I once entertained clowns and I was a part of the circus

Little chopper flow, but his style had no purpose

Repeating yourself does sound perfect on your verses

They said that I lost but I didn't get all of the curses

A grown man but has a mind of 16 year old

Saying you the best but proved less a mere year ago

How much bullshit can you say to remain bitter?

Put me on painkillers, quit, and you're still on paint thinner

You catch Ebola, your hands feel heavy

Your DNA in your body glands feel unsteady

I'm the most psychotic Slavic marauder that robs your pockets

Call me moronic and you'll see me being symbiotic

With just a bar, I'll make you spin out into a paroxysm

Go back in time and do it again till the paradox hits 'em

I'm still undisputed as I shock the system

Medicinal bone meal like shots with Pixy Sticks in

Making my own survey without the US census

If I get fined, I got a blank check I can send to the Senate

Bust your nose in like Derek Anderson

Concaved bones like brace brackets and shit

Ice pack cold and frozen, bandaged in

The Michael Venom Page 3 piece combo, come back again

The air alone is enough to launch your ass

Fuck the towel, throw in the whole damn laundromat

Nitrogenous bases threading together through every rhyme

Connecting lines together like uracil and thymine

You're a B, don't fuck with DM on the M-I-C

Add and extra Y, you'll become a T

After a flavor of disrespect like lecturing your seed

Dreaming to beat me is the only way you're better than me

Using your brain cells to render the scene

In the end, I'm living in your mind and it's rent free