It’s time I roamed away and then I starred in the darkness

Bitch the shades are gonna infuse me like the contacts and Marcus after seeing all the others here I had to be heartless

Because the margin is large so I’ll make a golf cart full of carcasses

Of these queers careers, Im bout to let him loose

I’d slur less if I chugged beers and then a 5th of goose

Or if I yelled words tailor made for blacks and Jews

Now the whole worlds boutta know what the games missing through my point of view

How bout another little white boy who’s outlook is grim

Remove all of the influence from NF and Slim

Replace it with the lyricists that retards call corny

And make it so eating up rappers makes him seem horny

Like a vorophile

This shits been boiling for a while

I can’t stand it, turn the dial

I’ve gone crazy, check the file

Blood on the floor and bones in piles

This right here’s the chosen’s trial

I’m gonna go and kill this game and then I’m gonna leave its corpse defiled

Who said I needed this

The game is repeated-ish

I tried staying conceded-ish

My insides went demon-ish

I want my dream completed-ish

So this time I’ll feed the itch

I’ll rise up from the bottom to the top, so call me the switch

Time I fill line after line with a flow so sublime i can flip on a dime

Cook you like steak and thyme, eat her pucker like lime, make ya quiet like mime, while i rap master rhymes

Cop ya chain like a crime, make ya Swiss with the 9, turn ya girl into mine, and still meet the divine

Like the gosling, I drive, and I’m more than alive, and I pork-chop you swine, got the shit from Tech N9ne (Chaugh! Grrr)

You know I gotta complete my plan

My flows organic, you got yours straight from the can

Like chess I’m thinking 20 fucking moves in advance

The game is full of boys, now it’s time to show em whos the MAN

[Chorus]

Hey there kid, come on in, you want your name poppin?

Well don’t be scared, but come prepared because this place wilin

Cuz when the Doc steps on the block yknow the neighbors call the cops

He’s a supapsycho spitter, and the spittin never stops

Hey there kid, come on in, you wanna blow up in fame?

Well you can try, but dont go cry because the Dawktas deranged

Cuz when the Doc steps on the block yknow the ops are stuck in shock

He’s a supapsycho spitter, and the spittin never stops

It never stops, the bars be flying round the clock

That’s why the flows go round your school to all the nerds and jocks

Cats and cocks, rich, poor, listening to rock or ‘pac

The whole worlds heads bob like when a pigeon walks

That’s right I keep the pots and pans in the kitchen mama

I want in the rap game, don’t care about the bitchin drama

They heard my moms basement is where you can find the illest droppa

Now they after the snows-den, like they last names Obama

In school they laugh behind my back or to my face

But I just smile, then I follow them back to their place

Use the mic as a weapon, leave em verbally maced

Then go home as if I didn’t just lay some faggot to waste

“Oh hey there honey how was school today?”

Pretty good mom, just laid intricate bars like Dumile

Found a guy who thought he was better and then I used his face

As roller skates and then poured lemon juice on all his fuckin footlong scrapes

Left him there, I had to hop back in the cypher

Freestyled better than a fuckin mainstream writer

Used old school flow that feels new like cyber

The rest put em to sleep, made the nation hiber

I’m a driver of this shit, keep it racin

I drop ocean deep bars with impeccable pacing

Ima beat molester, I don’t keep it basic

I’m training your brain to stop being complacent

You know when it comes to bands, I fuckin stack it

You know when it comes to beats, I fuckin smack it

You know when it comes to arenas, I fuckin pack it

And you do none of that so who are you to judge, faggot?

Hey there kid, come on in, you want your name poppin?

Well don’t be scared, but come prepared because this place wilin

Cuz when the Doc steps on the block yknow the neighbors call the cops

He’s a supapsycho spitter, and the spittin never stops

Hey there kid, come on in, you wanna blow up in fame?

Well you can try, but dont go cry because the Dawktas deranged

Cuz when the Doc steps on the block yknow the ops are stuck in shock

He’s a supapsycho spitter, and the spittin never stops

“Are you crazy or retarded?” Wow, great question!

Lets see, I’m filled with rage every time I see my own reflection

I go the craziest on beats, all with a pale complexion

And I look at nasty shit, and it gives me a huge erection

But on the other hand, I’ll headbutt you with a sped kid helmet

I’ll shove a pencil point side up in your nose till your brains felt it

I’ll seal your asshole shut with glue, and then, just for the hell of it

I’ll make you suck my unwashed dick till you throw up from the size and smell of it

So heres the state I’m in, I tried my best to stay nice

Yet every time I step to the side I feel like I waive rights

I just wanna drop fat man and little boy, like cooked rice

So I took a fuckin chance with fat beats, call it rollin dice

Nat 20, my beats go dummy

Only time you drop hot is when your bootyholes running

You think you running shit? Yeah haha, funny

Only reason I dont kill ya is ionwanna get bloody

I’m the albino rhino destined to be a wino

With a frickin dick that’s bigger than Aaron Yates libido

In his prime-o, that’s why the girls scream when I drive by though

“Hey there pretty thang, you gonna hop in my ride hoe?”

With a mad look, and sick shades/ you know imma spit flames

I grab a kids neck until he’s pale in his bitch face

Don’t compare me to Em just cuz we white, Detroit raised

And spit bars, cuz that’ll get u cut with my switchblade

I hope now you finally starting to get the picture

I got alotta thoughts, I gotta pour em out like a pitcher

I guess you think you can spit better, smarter, harder, quicker

So come and find me in the dictionary, under spitter

Hey there kid, come on in, you want your name poppin?

Well don’t be scared, but come prepared because this place wilin

Cuz when the Doc steps on the block yknow the neighbors call the cops

He’s a supapsycho spitter, and the spittin never stops

Hey there kid, come on in, you wanna blow up in fame?

Well you can try, but dont go cry because the Dawktas deranged

Cuz when the Doc steps on the block yknow the ops are stuck in shock

He’s a supapsycho spitter, and the spittin never stops

Hey there kid, come on in, you want your name poppin?

Well don’t be scared, but come prepared because this place wilin

Cuz when the Doc steps on the block yknow the neighbors call the cops

He’s a supapsycho spitter, and the spittin never stops

Hey there kid, come on in, you wanna blow up in fame?

Well you can try, but dont go cry because the Dawktas deranged

Cuz when the Doc steps on the block yknow the ops are stuck in shock

He’s a supapsycho spitter, and the spittin never stops

And the spittin never stops

And the spittin never stops

And the spittin never stops

And the spittin never stops

And the spittin never stops

And the spittin never stops

And the spittin never stops

And the spittin never stops