[Verse 1; hasHBrown]

Infamous character assassinate me, never bruh

I’ve been posted since the day before forever bruh

I’m a menace with the sentence, a master to apprentice

Watch and observe I’ll push the game to the limits

Save your raving rants and controversial stance

It’s hard for giants not to kill a few ants

It’s hard for hash not to show you his wrath

When he’s on the war path I only clash w/ titans

Y’all not a match/ fuck it strike a match to my fire

Gasoline, Kerosene, and Ether when you hear me

In your speaker/ I make gun show music

All I got is new heaters, unregistered divas

I don’t cuff ‘em neither/ plottin’ a ‘takeover’

As I ‘hit ‘em up’ the ‘bitch in you’ is so thirsty

That we had to fill ‘em up you must be

Snortin’ lines, poppin pills or smoking dust

For you to think that you could ever really

Fuck with us!

[Hook]

I guess it’s just a penalty of leadership

I guess I’m what niggas wanna be a shit

[Verse 2: hasHBrown]

You’re a scab of the past, a waste of space

When you record you make trash, yeah such a disgrace

Poor excuse for ‘MC’s’, hipsters dressed in drag

Dipped in swag, talkin’ ‘bout ‘where the cypher at?’

Don’t make me laugh out loud, you’re wack and you’re proud

And all that talkin’ down dog won’t ever be allowed

Respect is earned, not given, history is made first then rewritten

I personify real spittin’, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD

And most of y’all didn’t know I go so hard

Rap Van Winkle, y’all slept too long

Let’s take it to the stage where we drop bombs

This the calm before storm, above average to the norm

I’m a savage ‘Jason Bourne’, contract killer but I’m calm

Watch your words like teleprompters, nightmares and real monsters

Hash’ll break you off something proper

[HOOK]

Don’t throw stones in your glass house, my rap style is smash mouth

Thor’s hammer to your dome until your punk ass black out

Let’s compare stats, y’all took our format

And copied it to a floppy disk, I’m ok take it as a diss

My baritone conceals the fact I’m really pissed

Your catalog, unmixed bullshit w/ no hits

Talk crazy if you want dog I’m not a bitch

Married to the game, yeah we got hitched

This is feces rap I spit some real shit

Ill with the pen, chicken shit rappers turned cornish hens

Welcome to the lion’s den, mufasa in the bitch

Ain’t no way I’m not the best, city wide nationwide full of pride

And there’s a reason why you’re scared to coincide on a feature

Afraid if we get together I might beat ya

I’m down the middle, over the place like Tom Seaver

Fuck you non-believers

[HOOK]