See when I start something, I don’t quit it

The booth looks like a cyclone hit it when I go in it

My iPhone didn’t prepare for the lines that I wrote in it

I’m the opposite of cryogenic, a pyro-menace

Rap has changed and I don’t get it

Y’all look stupid, that’s a style that I won’t mimic

Y’all in the mirror yelling like: “Give me five more minutes-

Let me put on the Zebra Ryne stone fitted”

But you faggots if I was god, I would put some Nitros in the

Earths core, let it explode, you’d die slow with it

Start life again, this time with the guide code printed across your chest

Maybe then you won’t try those gimmicks

See my soul isn’t for sale that’s why I’m so livid

I’m in the booth with headphones on, with my eyes closed in it

You see Justin’s ready to go, losing steady control

Use a machete until what’s inside your belly will show

Turn you to confetti and throw, I’m a monster, that’s the yeti in snow

Fight if you ready for war, eating rappers like spaghetti and o’s

The score is 7 to 0

Man, I’ll leave you underwater like Coi

Every bar I spit is mixed with a quarter pint roids

When I’m on the mic, I’m sort of like organised noise

And the songs you write are borderline noise, they just sort of nice

Bet your daughters dyke and your father like boys

Turn this whole thing to an Oscar Delahoya fight boy

If you wanna go, let’s go then boy

You can come and get it, if I see your house and its unattended, I’m running in it

Let’s get it started, the hardest artist, retarted smartest

Go off regardless, I bought a coffin for all you talking

That stupid jargon, and garbage nonsense

Damn, what you’re spitting is all soft

My overall mission is pissing you all off

Hired an assassin, but the hit wasn’t called off

And he’s gripping a sawn-off, so he’s slitting your jaw off

Good riddance your all talk, complex no etiquette

I’m the subject you the predicate

I’m ahead of this, with intelligent rhetoric

A devilish veteran, heaven sent

Ever since I was young you’ve never been relevant

Heart darker than melanin, eloquent etiquette

Take the remaining and start selling it for the hell of it

Dang, all you fellas are too delicate

My freestyles are better than anything that you’ve ever spit

Fruit ninja, get your melon split

You get shredded with, a Beretta

Then they’ll find your head in Connecticut

Bailing kids, and I’m going to keep going off

And that’s whether it’s a BET cypher or a battle over 7 cents

If you put a mountain in front of me imma level it

So high I don’t know what the level is, no telling it

Pick the pen up with my mind, telekinetic-it

Hip hop was dope and y’all are trying to Nutella it

Never get to close, my palms are sweating

My arms are getting ready for Armageddon

Ill arm the weapons, y’all all forgetting who y’all are messing

With, verbal Saddam gonna bomb your session

Imma teach y’all all a lesson

See I’m spitting real raps and y’all doing talking tom impressions

Better call to Allah or to God for blessings

You frauds are getting features knocked off for stepping

See its all depressing, I ignore your poor writtens

Its more and more listen

Of course, you’ll forfeit and your corpse is gon’

Sit in the morgue the morticians like lord

There’s four inches of sword that’s forced into a scar

I’m more vicious than Thor and more wicked than war

So don’t attempt to get warned, I’m formed different, I’m torn

From a cloth with stitches that’s more gifted than yours

I’m born resisting the norm, I don’t exist to conform

To your vision, I’m scorn so come and witness the storm

Their heads lifting good lord, when I get to perform

Cause I’m a lunatic that’s pursuing the music

Intuitive superhuman, that’s spewing school and who’s new to this

You hooligans knew your crew is through soon as you moved to this

First I start shooting you then the news is muting the news of it

Who is this, rapper that’s losing it with the foolishness

Eat the beat like some soup or some noodles fuse with some tuna fish

You against me, I’m cool with it if you’re cool with it

Don’t give a flying F I’m not spooning it with a stewardess

Dang, why did he have to come in the booth and just ruin it

Sorry, lyrical murders the only language I’m fluent in

Cut off pieces of you and start using it as a crucifix

Rap has gone feminine, were the only dudes who are dudes in this

Few can do what I do, but its cool and hmm I’m immune to it

Rappers knew now when I see some room for improving it

I’m the realest rapper, your view, and screw it I’m too legit

I did this just because so stop respecting the tutelage

Dang, see nobody is as gifted as me

Cause I’m so different with these intricacies

Coniferous trees will switch to debris, from lifting a knee

And F y’all who don’t wanna see my mission succeed

I’m done