[Verse 1]

Sicker than Hell, I’m slick as snail that’s missing a shell

Quick as a time-bomb, ticking until - Explosion

Thicker than Pinesol, clean as a whistle and still my drive flies right by you like Michelin wheels Car drives by

You thinking you ill?

I’m not thinking you not

You drink and you spill?

I drink every drop

You sick and you kill?

I’m siccing the dogs

You’re spitting for real?

I’m spitting the claim that your fame’s the main thing your fan base is wishing would drop

I tick and I tock, like hands on a clock, not fixing to stop

My wallet’s a masseuse, it’s been kneading some knots

And while you’re falling from the noose, I just gleam in the dark

The cream of the crop, that’s me from the start

The beat’s in my heart

See, you’rе just swimming with them, but I’m eating them sharks

I takе the poison and the venom, dunk the meat in that sauce, boy

‘Cause certainly it’s absurdity to think you’d be hurting me

Two years worth of work in just one day like I’m on Mercury

I be Minnesota nice but still am cold as ice

They listen for the lines but then ghost this shit

They’ve been a poltergeist, but I noticed it

Focused in to split your cordal spine

I show hocus pocus artist hard shit

Wrote this whole diss; Target: Toward ‘em

Wait, pardon me, but are you part of these hard emcees who be starting beefs

With your camaraderies, taunting G’s or are you just talking sweet?

That shit’s hardly artistry, man, I’ll make you mark your sheets for acting smart with me constantly

Make you pause to breathe, I (I)

Solemnly swore to keep on (On)

Knocking on doors for free while (While)

Y’all lame and poor emcees try (Try)

To just afford your greed, I (I)

Should talk to the Lord to see what (What)

He has for in store for me, but (But)

He said you’ll get bored at the top (Top)

If you don’t stop torturing, but (But)

I’m ominous as I can be, it’s obvious I’m insane

No stopping or resurrecting, the shaman is here to stay

I’m cold like I’m dressed in Fendi, some Prada (Fendi, Prada, Gucci)

Or Gucci shades

(Yo, yo everybody, shut up)

But my throat should be called a chimney

(Lemme mack on her real quick)

‘Cause from my heart

I spit flames (I spit flames)

[Bridge]

She’d need a Bluenose to sail through my blue eyes

Like the open ocean, she’s coast to coasting

Drop dead like blue toes, and said my writing blew her mind like she’s Wallace Nichols

Man, I’m causing ripples

Thinks I’m sweet as glucose and I keep her mood high like some Robitussin

They’ll be no discussion

When I buy her new clothes ‘cause I get more blue faces than Nova Scotians-

[Verse 2]

There’s no devotion toward these overloaded cats

We know it’s ghostwrit, that’s your only notion

Rapping won’t be your niche

And if I said it two times then I’ll say it two more

There’s no one dope as me, I’ll toe to toe any, uh

My smooth rhymes in due time will soon prove why

You’ve been caught red handed just like Maroon 5 (Maroon 5)

I wrote the written scheme, rode the rhythm clean

Dopest energy, roast the sickest beats

Smoked, ‘til they erode to smithereens

[Outro]

Man, this shit’s a joke, you kidding me?

Dawg, I’ve been this cold since 17

And now I’ve got you frozen, listening

And when I leave I hope you’re missing me

Jr. Jay, uh

Two, two, two