[Verse 1]

Look, ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

I don't really care 'bout your stupid raps

And you stupid cats claiming that you super smash

'Cuz I'm you times two, call me the Super Smash Brothers

Bringing the Drama around you Big Cats like the Pfaff Brothers

And um, in case you defending yourself as not being a wannabe

Even your friends say that I am too sick and I'm someone you oughta be

So hate on me, it doesn't bother me

Only God can Father me

Sick bars, boy they clog arteries

Yeah, I'm a little bit narcissistic

Well um, literally everybody telling me that my bars terrific

My bars are sickness, I'm hard to witness

Let alone I'm hard to sit with

And if you ain't digging my music it's because you gotta be smart to get this

Plenty of you people are asking me how I bring to heat

Equivalent to Miami's infamous three

But I never choke in the fourth

My vocal chords are getting hoarse from ripping this beat

So let me take a drink, son, Capri, capiche

It's going down, emergency

You're scenery changes when you listen to me, emerge 'n' see

Pshh, this just in, like I'm from N Sync

I'm running these tracks, Tar Heels, like I'm from N.C

I am so N Seen, or I mean so insane

Black Supras like I'm scene, but I'm Super Sayan

I'm feeling like I'm three Bruces mixed with Liu Kang

And a little Super Mane, Lee, Banner, and Wayne I'm just saying

[Hook]

You can't even afford a car note

I spit bars to buy clothes: barcode

B-b-b-b-barcode

I spit bars to buy clothes: barcode

[Verse 2]

You ain't in my league, so how in the world are you plotting and planning to stop me?

There's a giant gap in between you and I, kinda like Tyler's top teeth

Ohh, did I jump the gun like an uzi doing an ollie?

Am I acting like tough sh- like Muhammad Ali? Or a Nazi in a port-a-pottie?

When people see me, they probably star-struck

You amateurs need to get your bars up

Matter of fact, I went so sick on this track, I ended up covering it in sawdust

Man I'm done with this rap, pick your jaws up