[Intro]

[Verse 1]

Paper blunts, backwood scum

Leave ‘em all confused and stunned

I got some joints rolled up

But for now I don’t need em

I’ll come up, I’ve got faith

New ideas, I’ve got 8

Grams of weed, dinner plate

Mumble rap is what I hate

Soon I be feeling invincible

Head of the school, I’m the principle

I beat you up with some syllables

After I finish my cereal

They still sleeping in my empire

Same old rap game, yeah they’ve been tired

I’ll wake em up when I spit fire

Dragon’s breath, but no cider

I’ll be out, drinking beer

Then I do magic on ya, disappear

I’m a wizard, I’m in 9th gear

I drive ahead, they’re in the rear view mirror

I am no sinner, I’m getting rid of the label beginner

Getting rid of these fidget spinners

I’m having trending bitches for dinner

I be reshaping the earth with my flow

Erosion, hold up, wow

Explosion, vulcano

It’s not Jupiter Maximo

It’s Maximus, get the right label

Flow so strong got the mice wading

I’m beaming hot like a lightsaber

Going to bed, goodnight, later

[Verse 2]

I’m back, balling in Belgium

It’s my birthday and I’m bored

I’m secretly sad, but still a savage

Bought 21 sandwiches at the store

I’m wearily starting a war

Apparently falling apart

But I’ll pick up the pieces after pinning the needle

Viciously in the voodoo-doll’s heart

I don’t pick up my phone

I’m sick of not being alone

There’s only few people that don’t piss me off

You’ll find me chilling at home

Or in the studio, we just built that

I’m sick of people I don’t feel bad

I’m still getting used to being back

But my bars are still bullets, I kill tracks

I just did a 6 hour drive

To get us some weed for tonight

I love working while high

I love spitting raps at the mic

And that’s why

I’ll go acapella next verse

[Verse 3]

Last verse, you got bad burned

‘cuz I spit fire on you mad nerds

What I did when I heard your track, errr

I compared it to my fat turd

I’ll get my name on the billboard

Rhythm, I just have a feel for it

Your simple raps are real boring

I am O’Neal, I’m still scoring

I’ll shag your girl and then I’ll snatch your pearl

I could be on the top I just lack Earls voice

Your neck is diamond, mine is turquoise

You call that rapping? I just heard noise

Fact-checking is my first choice

You’ll be mad it happened

But the back lash of your rap trash

Won’t get no girls moist

That’s all your after, I rap automatic

I go Denzel on you, this track’s traumatic

You was ready to leave, so get back to packing

If you’re still here tomorrow I’ll go rakatak on you wacks

Acapella, I can’t make Coachella

But trust me in real life I’d be your favorite fella

What’s overrated is an instrumental

I don’t need no beat, I’ll just pick the pen and I’ll write

But I gotta stop it

No more minutes left on my pocket watch

Yeah I’ve been the best, I am topnotch

I just skipped the beat, like it’s hopscotch

Don’t go offending me, I’ll dip you in bleach

They call me the leader, I call the shots

I’ll robotically put up the B and the C

And put myself at first, I’m the Alpha-bot

I’m ranting, so let’s end it, stop

You call me the rap king

But I’m presenting a god