[Intro]

It's 2014, I'm tired of this shit

I've been hanging out with shadows long enough

"Jonwayne, that fucking neck-beard rapper, I can't stand looking at his fucking face"

"How do you expect me to listen to his music, if I can’t jack off to him?

You know what I’m saying?"

[Verse]

I'm ready to hang it up

I mean this platinum record ain't gotta check

See, I'm not stressing

And I think that the fact that I'm an underdog is a blessing

By the time you see the white of my eyes, I’m calling shots

Getting closer to the plaque with every "knock knock"

Got your girl wet with every heart throb

So feel threatened, I'm about to take every odd job

I'm the illest on this side of the solar system

You've been pissing in the wind by pissing me off

Didn't think the king was so white he'd be sleeping with sunblock

But my real kryptonite is when they don't recognize that they're in the presence of a legend, alright stop

Fronting, start backing me, I keep it real gutter for me and my family

Can't do it any other way, you may lie to yourself

But unlike you I can't put my dick on the shelf

I got a gut, that's where I'm hiding my spells

But when I'm on the mic I'm just a picture of hell

So player keep it to yourself, or give me a reason to start feenin

And leave all the people that you know grieving

Peace to my demons that keep me on my feet breathing deep sea scheming

In the Yellow Submarine, beaming

While all you rappers, chugging and chiefing trying to get a skeezer to please so you can beat em' on the weekend

Much love

Make sure you wear a glove

The whole community wants to keep me in the mud

But you can't put a silencer upon this .38 Snub

I'm loud and I'm proud, there's the rub, there's the rub

Yeah, you know I got more funk in my prose

And all the fucking farts that you ever smelt through your nose

So who gives a shit if I'm rocking sandals at shows

I'm fucking in them too, now you know

[Outro]

"Stop rapping"

"Go back to making beats you piece of shit"

I keep this neck beard on watch because it's got your Mama's juices

She pretty loose

So I fold her like origami, it's pretty cool

I spit rhymes

Still not very good at free styling, but, that's life