[Verse One: Danimal Lector]

I'm a musical genius, rude and facetious

I had a higher IQ than you as a fetus

Abusing this beat with the rudest speech

So dude feel free to puke and be squeamish

In the booth, I'm the meanest

Shootin' for the stars, Jupiter, Venus

You can agree that I'm the shit, so how might you concede it?

You don't wanna butt heads, what are you, fucking stupid, Beavis?

Enough said, dude, just beat it, who's competin'?

It's the truth, I mean it, and I'm super weeded

High enough to poop on Jesus

What, too much? Bitch, I do as I pleases

Pardon my ignorance, I'm a harmless idiot

Armed to the brim with an army of artillery and all of it's legitimate

So fuck the world, I ain't just tryna put my tip in it

A little bit, I plan on literally rippin' shit when I'm hittin 'it

I'm spittin' with a righteous cause

Sittin' with this rifle, paused

Fast forward to you dead, and me wipin' off

I'm somethin' like a boss, and I see that you like to floss

Now you got bleeding gums, how ironic, good night, your loss

I step in the cypher, sauced

High as a kite, like I can't walk, but I bet that I can talk

I'mma call you microsoft

Shrimp dick, mines like the size you saw

In that porno that made you look at yours and cry, like "Why is mine so small?"

The writings on the wall, I'm way too high to fall

Fuck you, I'mma grab the horn by the bulls and kick him right in the balls

Blame it on the Nike's y'all, I'm only 5'8'' but feel like I'm 9 feet tall

I'mma rap 'til I'm 90 and bald, Christopher Lee

Old school like Kid Capri and Mr. C

Hickory, dickory, dock

My hands move quicker than the clocks

Right, left, hit 'em with a shot

We fist fight, I won't think twice

'Bout shoving your face through your bitch wife's

Windshield, crushing your windpipe

I mean, a wins a win, right, dingleberry?

My heart pumps red and gold, like Mike Singletary

Strat city, home of the devils

My homies are rebels

You phony gepetto's, I'm only one who controls me

I'll never settle for less than incredible

Hard as the heaviest metal

And still I'm marchin' to my own beat

Asswipe, I got a glasspipe packed tight

With some hash from last night

Puff, puff, pass, syke!

I stay burnin', I've learned that nothing's certain

But you gotta have a reason, you gotta have a purpose