Triple six three six teens, Three 6 Mafioso, not coastal

Bloody scene, prolly postal, antisocial

Somethin to toast to

No body to float to, second guess tryna possess the Pro Tools

Fuck being local, I’m loco

Crazy, insane maybe

Human traits fading, solution ain’t saline

A prosthetic prophet with pathetic profits

On lock, they can’t stop it

Let’s not get off topic

Every time I drop new CD’s

I guarantee they’ll be overseen by 2DBZ

Fuck blog love, I got a lot of pride to swallow

Askin’ God, yo, think I can borrow tomorrow?

I’m between Aesop Rock and ASAP Rocky

Xerox copies, if I’m in your iPod dock – these

Red dots is not lost, they’re locked and plot-ing

It’s give dap season for no reason

What’s the need in Wiz being on RapGenius?

Strangle a Taylor in a Terrible Towel

Mangled and foul, with cerebal vowels

BOW

Before me, or Based God

Catch a case with Mase and mace God

Ross from a distance, John Doe right here

All the top rappers named after light beer

Kickin’ what dope shit? At least he’s focused

Me? I’m hopeless, but envy the commotion

Caused by calling his name, I’m running a train

On tracks, Mac’s wack

But 6 months from know, you’ll say you already knew that

I slash Sam Adam’s Adam’s apple

With some shrapnel

Like Malcolm, in the ballroom

Get your hand out my pocket!!!

Just to stall doom

Hold on to your snapback and pen, voice the dispatch again

Chris Webby’s voice has me doing lines of aspirin

Questions that I’m asking him, “are you who I should admire?”

“A clown for hire, who was unaware of bars three months prior?”

Paid conniver, putting blades in his vaporizer

Fuck your attire

Your entire style’s bitten, a bland piece

This the reason faggot rappers can’t stand me

Talking about Cudi rubs these understudies the wrong way

Or Mr. Taylor Gang’s bald scrap from Kanye

You are in a post-bomb haze, Nagasaki

Carbon copies, you cannot top me

Unless you’re froth on this concoction

Left life coup, yup, we stay steady mobbin’

Sistine sixteens, pristine glistening

Gangrene itching, that scenes missing

New dudes, stay strong, and they ask why

John Daniel, Roman Numeral, X-V-fucking-I