[Verse 1]

I'm the man yo, I'm untamed like Rambo

Unchanged like Django, insane I can go

You think I'm spitting too fast? No

You're living too dam slow, innocent asshole

I heard you been saying that I have no ammo

You must have been so obnoxious, you pulled a double Van Gogh

I'm the kind of rapper you can't clone, brought up by big brother Royce

Since i been a boy, Boom been my ring-tone

If your head has a bounty, we're bound to come after you

With our brown Ts, dressing in camo

You ain't hit the courts, we'll make sure you hit the sandstone

Dress you up and tear your dam clothes, til you end up

Looking like rag dolls

I'd rather smell the roses without watching the grass grow

While I'm getting traction I'll be there writing a rap song

While I'm getting ready in the dresser

Preparing for my next smash show

[Hook]

You saying I ain't real?

(Turn off for what?!)

You saying I ain't skilled?

(Turn off for what?!)

You saying I ain't this; you saying I ain't that; you saying I ain't ill?

(Turn off for what?!)

You saying I ain't hot?

(Turn off for what?!)

You saying I ain't fly?

(Turn off for what?!)

You saying I ain't sick, you saying I ain't crack, you saying I ain't live?

(Turn off for what?!)

[Verse 2]

Stuck in my ways, y'all are stuck in haze

Y'all a puck, I'm a crazed player with his hockey stick and a hunger for rage

Yeah, you ain't used to being put in your place

Now you're looking around, stuttering for something to say

(I- I- I- I- I-) Hunter is the cousin of pain, yeah

There couldn't be another more one-sided debate

I see that people tend to forget that luck is a plain word

When people say they suck, they find another to blame

Oh it ain't my fault Sean (oh god!) got lucky with 'Ye (huh!)

Who got luck with Jay (it's ya boy!), who was luckily funded by Dame and Biggs

And was lucky he had songs made with BIG (aw!)

Who was lucky he got shot to acquire his fame

Yeah he sure is lucky stuck in a grave

He doesn't ever have to put up with the bullshit you done come up with today

You just probably bitter 'cause you went on Twitter

And hounded your favorite spitter to listen to ya and he wasn't amazed

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

My lyrics'll have you stop in your tracks

Have you try as accurately as you can rewinding it back

Constantly playing a cat-and-mouse game between your fingers

And whatever comes out of my mouth, it's all in your hands

I've never been a comedy man

But see when it comes to rap, I come as hard as they can

If you had to draw a comparison to understand

Of hip-hop, I'm the Anders, Blake, Carl and DeMamp

Toss 'em in a cauldron broth with some ham

Boil it at 180 degrees and toss it again

Keep stirring for an hour and a half

Plate it up with some seasoning and top it off with a laugh

I used to be a dominos fan

I always to loved to see how many would fall in its path with my one small flick

Knocking 'em back, and since

My actions never stopped making such in impact

[Hook]

[Verse 4]

My Tyler Durden side's emerging, I feel a fire burning

I feel my wires curving, Hyde and Jekyll type of merging

I'm not this kind of person, I'm not a vile vermin

I'm just style searching, help me please, the clock is turning

My heart is hurting, regardless my mind is certain

That's usually my entire determinant for my aversions

When I'm around people nice and perfect, I get nervous

Faster than they gave the life banishment to Donald Sterling

I prefer a psycho type of character like Herman Hermann

From The Simpsons always lurking, people find unnerving

Like a hermit who's stayed inside of his house for thirty consecutive years

With a smile permanently cut internally from the inside of his cheek pertruding upwards

Further in line with his nostrils horizontally since he was a child learning

That watching your daddy strike his wife is a life-long burden

That makes you take nothing seriously in life but murder

[Hook]

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