[Verse 1]

Alex Jones,

Yeah I'm goin' nuts for standin', cold

Yeah I'm Bruce Banner, mixed with Shan and Combs,

I am coming for the spot and I will stand alone

And ain't noone gon' stop me nigga, I'm plantin' poems

Then I watch 'em grow, bring me the fame

Yeah I rock the house and leave the stage in flames

I burn down the game then I come back save it

I'm like a necromancer spittin' this depraved shit

Then commit necrophilia, Hip-hop is dead and gone, from long, but damn, she shoulda shaved it

Made it easier for me to bust but fuck it

There's a hole, there's a hole, there's a hole in your bucket

Comin' back a kingpin like I was Noriega

I never liked em, but damn, why you niggas such haters?

I'm tryna get on tryna take over the games

And these niggas on the sideline jeering 'cuz they lame

I might as well shit on 'em like I was Kobe-Shaq

And there I'm gone and I ain't never ever comin' back

I'm outta your grasp, no skinny, no fat

Tit for tat, like that, pick pack, and I'm piercing the Peking order

With they dick in one hand like it was a penny porno

Sticking up the rap bank like I was a wrecking baller

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Alex Jones

Alex Jones

Alex Jones

Alex Jones

[Verse 2]

I'm breaking down the dam, like damn, he's an ape beast

Don't fuck with the pictures, I don't fuck with a say cheese

Always bust off on the beat, never fuck with the safety

But that's just me, tryna guarantee an offspring

Bust a nut, never call, I'm guaranteeing Kong's King

When I come through

I'm bout to take it over and I got an heir

And why you lookin' that way 'cuz the king is here

Leave trails of Sour D, soaked in LSD

So when you light it up, you just fell in deep

And the game got in you in its clutches, like Ray Allen,

I'm never fallin' six feet deep, the way Nas is

But I built up my own road

Never need another's help, 'cuz I got my own

Grew up by myself, yet was not alone

'Cuz I got my family and I got my home

Yeah I got my crew with me, hittin' spliffs to the dome

Right here gettin' lifted, kick back and spit poems

Killin' the track, read R.I.P, Sherlock Holmes

Airborne rockin' Jordans on my phone

And then I rock the rim like Shaq or Dwight Howard

Dunk it down nuts in your face I ain't no coward

Bring it down glass showers

Sit back smirkin' in yo face like Bowser