[Intro]

Yea

"Lezter"

Yea

I swear I'm way too fast yo

Yea, what?

Try and keep up

Yea, aye, yea

[Verse 1]

Wait for the work

Wash away the mothafuckin' pain with the percs/perks

And I copped a caterpillar whip, it came with a curse

And I hit 'em with the mothafuckin' bang, let it burst

When I aim

At your brain

With the range

You're in a hearse

Say my name in vain and you will never get a verse

I'm never tamed

And that's a shame

If you're a lame

You're getting merked

I gotta spray it

At your face

And the veins

And your nerves

I ain't talking bout a gun

Talking bout the puns

Metaphors, all the fucking phrases and words

If I'm rapping to an audience

And you are out there partyin'

You better

Pray that you don't get hurt

Yea my mouth is the strap

You don't want to see me pull it

And my lungs are the mag

And my breath holds the bullets

Running out of paper, so you start to lose your footing

And you're standing underneath me, so I guess you understood it

Coming with the energy

Kill my enemies

With the similes, and hit 'em with the venom in me

Greatest rapper that you know, be coming out of any city

Words that I be really spitting

Come faster than any semi

They might have you dancing around like you're on a Spinning Jenny

Yes I am a skinny white kid, like a Slimmy Jimmy

I don't even know a single person who could spit it with me

If you want a verse and you ain't nothing, does it benefit me?

[Bridge]

Are you fucking with me?

I just want the Honeys (hunnies), like I'm fucking Winnie

I've been doing this since i was just a kiddie

I been doing this since I was-

[Verse 2]

I got everybody talking now

They just wanna see me falling down

They be mad cause I'm balling now

And you can tell by how I walk around

That I'm a boss, I'm the Rap fucking God in town

"Hey Duzzy, what you even going on about?"

Reve tsetaerg eht mi

You might have to pause it, now

Rewind it, Slow it, find out what it's all about

But if you don't, thats okay because i'm off it now

I might speed it up and go a little faster

And I make it rain, you make it pitter patter

This is beneficial for the benefactors

And I've been official, boy I've been a rapper

And you've been a fraud

And I been a god, ay

Pussy boys going through their menopause, ay

You just lucky that your daddy hit it raw, ay

Go into your church or your synagogue, pray

I don't ever waste a fuckin minute on fakes

I'm a menace, nah, wait, I'm a living star, hey

I'm a chemist on beats, and I live to start change

This the renaissance, Imma blow from here to Pompeii

I'm adamant

About making it to The Madison

It's happenin

And the fact that you'd rather sit

Back and not help with it, got me feeling like spazzin, and

Crashin it

Boy I'm passionate

But I don't really give a fuck, like I'm practicin abstinence

I battle with atoms and then I get at 'em

I pack 'em and bag 'em and you can spot it

If you're not coming to rap

Well then I'm on your ass like I am in the back of the pocket

If you're not banking on Duzzy, you're banking on losing

And that is a real bad deposit

And you ain't nothing but lost, and yea I am the boss

And yea I am on top of the office

Everybody talk like they're really popping the xans

I don't really give a fuck cause I'm busy popping them bands

All fuckboys hating, they feel like tossing the hands

"Like come on man, please, just give the rapper a chance."

I can't pay attention, I'm getting top in the stands

And I'm all up in your mentions, I'm starting to get some fans

If I'm putting out a snippet I'm getting the upper hand

And I spit it, an epidemic, I'm coughing after I rant

(coughing)

[Verse 3]

Damn, what?

That was too fast for you, huh?

I know my lyrics attacking you bruh

"You really gon' have to slow down for me, blood"

Yea, what?

That was too fast for you, huh?

I know my lyrics attacking you bruh

I might have to slow it down for you cause

I battle with atoms and then I get at 'em

I drag 'em and flatten 'em, stack up the bucks

If you're not coming to rap, then I'm on your ass

So I'm in the back of the bus

If you don't bank on myself

Then you're banking on Ls

And they all getting mad cause I won

Boy you ain't nothing but bitter

My pen is the trigger

My mouth is the front of the gun

BAOW! (Gunshot)