[Verse]

Psycho Mantis, part 2 (killing it)

No telling what I might do (sick of it)

I’m unpredictable, hard to get to know

Hard to fit in my shoes (don’t forget)

I’m a wildcard, I’m a Joker

Harder to beat than dealers at poker

Hard to defeat like Armada's Peach

The word on the street, the best of five's over

Y’all just got 4 stocked, with a full Glock

In the daytime, on ya own block

In a bad mood, I’m a mean dude

But the good news, it’s a good day

But that still don’t mean MCs rest easy

Beats so sick even makes me queasy

Take my time, never wait in line

My whole team great, spike I’m the ace on mine

And it’s simple really

I simply flip over little kids who like to talk their shit

And it’s easy really

I don't pay no mind, to all the shit online

Cause' I don’t have the time to be

Wasting it, tryna make you happy

This is cat and mouse, I’d rather step like Mappy

I’m chasing it

So close to this that I’m tasting it

I want a second serving

So I’m coming back with the second album

Like the first one wasn’t good enough

Just to prove that it was no fluke

Don’t lose, I’m playing fools like a flute

Man I’m like the Pied Piper when they follow me

I leave no choice but to acknowledge me

Even if they hate it, no they can’t debate it

No one stands as tall as me

I’m like Usain Bolt, at a high school track meet

You way bold, if you try to pass me

I don’t fold on a whole new track, see

Your new shit got the whole crew laughing

My new shit make the whole car bounce

And the window shake, when the glass gon' break

But a break one thing I don’t know, how to take

And a step back, I’d rather stand in ya' face

And prove I’m the best

Well you know the rest

Can you rap like me, well you know the test

Never catch my breath feel the weight on yo' chest

I leave you distressed

Now you try the verse

Better check your pulse boy

You drive the Hearse

Never slow down

Never look down

Never back down

Where is all the competition at now

I don’t know a single other rapper that could stop me now

Shit, man, this just the warm-up

Don’t know who can outperform us

Don’t say that I didn’t warn ya'

Your fault 'til now you’ve ignored us

Got a couple haters gotta shut 'em up

I heard about a couple people drug me through the mud

And that’s one thing I can’t tolerate

I can’t let em hate

I might celebrate

I incinerate

I can demonstrate

Bars on bars, got scars on scars

See stars on stars when I participate

How’d you make an even shorter sequel even harder? No clue

But when you forget, how good I am

Refer to Psycho Mantis, Part 2