A hundred bars, but will it take me so far?

To where y'all can start to call me the "Author of Art"

To where I tear the beat apart, or be ignored like before

It doesn't matter any way, I'm still the rawest of all

My pen is leaking out; someone get a pad so I can ease the amounts

So I don't have to kill every track like it's my last rap I'm putting out

We're no way where near the end, but shit, the way that I come about

I'm drowning pounds of rappers from the waterspout that comes out my mouth

I kill what anybody loves; Dame is so raw

The way I'm murdering mics, I'm in a world where there's no laws

When I flow hard, your words are lost, so you sit down and don't talk

If you got shit to say, jot it down and send me a postcard

Or an email; I'll make sure to read every word that you wrote me

And reply back with a middle finger and an evil emoji

Ho' please, your mama taught you better when she was coaching

She said not to fuck with the biggest dick; you'll be hurting for weeks

Everybody's on my lame list 'cause of the same shtick

How can you try to dirty up my name when you ain't shit?

Whoever fucks with me needs better taste than Banquet

Cheap meals come with weak flavors, leaving your lyrics tasteless

Pass me the pepper; I'm tempted to make them sneeze

So they can have a moment of what it feels like if they were me

Step all you want, but I guarantee you'll catch cold feet

Then freeze deep, and turn a runny nostril to nose bleeds

I'm raw, so ill that you'll turn into a clone

And start mocking all of my words so you'll get to say what I wrote

So ill, I make people sick with these lines with constant rhyming

Demolishing topics; I'm a top pick; a chosen God in this

Not to get religious, but goddamn this ain't no Gospel shit

It's "blosphemous"; took the thrown from the pipe and remained anonymous

Not to put God in this, but I got to cop a demonic twist

My name is Damien, how more demonic can my rhyming get?

I'm known as the Omen; I'll own up and become the craziest

With a sinister persona so I have people think I'm an atheist

I don't express religion, so I guess that means I'm a satanist

I'm dangerous, like I'll on dark entities to possess your brain and shit

Who is this? Man, I'm D-A-M-E

Fakes are hatin', but what are real nigga's seein' in me?

They see a kid tryna' strive to be the best he can be

And be the best emcee you'll ever see on a TV screen

People laugh at my name, thinking they can discourage Dame

Claimin' it's a word for a hot chick that they wanna' bang

Dame is a word that defines me and what I became

D-A-M-E: Dominate And Murder Everything

Some say that VMG can go much harder than this; we're as hard as it gets

We're the youngest to take charge of this bitch

Some say I don't fit in 'cause of my marketing twist

These retarded comments; I'm part of the cause that started the shit

A hundred bars a song would have you calling it quits

Ball up a fist, cause for you, this is a brawl to the death

And I'm slaughterin' quick; no time for you to toss up a lick

If everything I say is hateful, it's gon' painfully hit

I'm crazy and sick; my effects on a scale reaches a ten

I'm evil within; red eyes with a devilish grin

Horns on my head, and a pitchfork that I'm stabbing you with

Right to the chin if you ever yap your jaws once again

Bitch, I'm too far ahead to back up and start jumping in

And join these faggots with this mainstream bullshit I much resent

You're rawless, and I'm the rawest; regardless of all the gossip

I'm my worst critic, so middle fingers to your comments

I vomit; every word you spit it makes me naucious

The nonsense you put on the table ain't enough to pot in

I'm plottin' against any rappers who thinks they're hot shit

When they're only frozen piss and use the icicles to jot with

I'm too sick to call myself healthy

Shit, I used to have hair, now it's fallin' out because I stress me

Now all these nigga's lookin' deathly

Because I'm livin' a dream that they wanted, and they can never be

I didn't make it yet, but shit, that's prolly' for the best

Because I'd rip up every single paper that they put on my desk

Throw it at their face, and say I have no interest

I'm comfortable with VMG, so it's my place to rest

Let em' know I meant every word that I said

I kept it real from the jump; I ain't changin' so I can make some bread

And hype a crowd in the section where rap is dead

And write down some simple bars about women and how they gave me head

I'd rather say how Dame is the best rapper

And how nobody can top him if they were standin' on step ladders

Five-foot-five, but I'm standin' taller than all you bastards

Mentally I'm stompin' you nigga's like ant-smashers

Physically, you fuckin' with Dame and you can't smash em'

I'll take bats and crack em' across your fuckin' head like my name's Jackie

They're ain't no dodgin' shots that I pop when I'm comin' at you

Achoo, I'm catchin' a cold from the sick rap flu

A new generation is comin'; you're past-due

At last dude, now real nigga's finally gettin' a chance too

Now sit back and relax; soak up the bad news

While I'm attackin' tunes without tryin'; I'm that smooth

I'm an alchemist; nobody's catchin' these phrases; I phase em'

An illuminated rap artist; I must be a mason

Naw, I'm amazing; every time I rap, my balls are raisins

Cause I scare myself sometimes with the rhymes I write on these pages

Stay in shock; man, I'll tarnish your fucking axon

Blood leakin' out of my pen like I'm using Giovanna's tampon

I don't plow, man, I drill holes in your girl's brain

So when you're tellin' her that you love her, she's thinkin' about a Dame

A pimp of this rap game; it's all mine, and I'm not gon' share

I'm so far up inside this bitch, ain't no place for a spot to spare

Even when I'm older, I'll be rappin' in my rockin' chair

This is my last bar, and I'm fuckin tired; I'm outta' here

Shout out VMG, Glory Hoggers