[Verse 1]

If you really know the dealio, then answer this

Who the fuck's bringing pain like a masochist

Smoking fake rap cats like a cancer stick

With a, massive twist, that you can't resist

The last existing spawn with a rapping gift

Passion is in the words and the tragic spits

To practice this is lethal to the average kid

Take a, crack at this, and you crash a beat

Slap your wrist for recording a rap you bit

Scandalous is the word to mash with this

If your, ass forgets, who mastered this

Then your face might just meet a handed fist

(They speak backwards)

And take back they spits

(I eat rappers)

Get turned to crap and piss

Ain't that some shit, we hardcore like action flicks

And droppin shit quicker than a laxative, c'mon

[Hook]

It's devotion

That you hear when GrewSum puts it down

It's emotion

Creapin', Comin', Runnin' through your town

Sickest potion

Seven zero this is how it sound

And it's distortion

When you fake like you don't like it now

[Verse 2]

I'm going beyond your verbal tactics and how you use 'em

It's not the words you're speaking but how often that you prove 'em

How you gonna prove we wack when we only making greatness

And your latest favorite probably got me in his playlist

(Everyone is disagreein')

You ain't speakin' the truth

Even your chick in your wet dreams is feelin me too

Revealin' a dude that's less life

Than his life partner on his right arm helpin' him create his websites

Just remember lady you chose to hate this

For the people that I know and associate with

Afraid that we're a little bit more than makeshift

So you waitin' like a ho and just hope it ain't sick

Just know that I got focus

Focus, I'm no bogus

Notice the flow's potent

Molded to be ferocious

Know it to be explosive, a bomb in the making

And imma tell you this about a liar if you're hatin'

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

If the game you wanna play is distortin the facts

Then you can keep rollin with that, there ain't no holdin me back

Cause I've been influenced by the truest to ever do it

And proven that music is a movement if you know how to use it

(So imma abuse it)

Until I'm living no longer

(And if you ever confuse it)

I'm back and spittin it stronger

Imma say I'm colder now

Try to hate but know you down

Other CD's are hookers, you buy em, play em, throw em out

Mine's gonna stick around, mine's gonna exist

Until you gotta replace it because you play it and it skips

It has longevity and will stay forever

Because I speak my mind and I say whatever

You clowns are fake

You hound and make up gossip

You're bound to hate

Your mouth it makes you targets

So pound and shake

Around till they unconcious

So shout away

We're bound to make a profit

[Hook]