[Verse]

Step on the stage and I’m tellin’ you that I just can’t hide it

Spittin’ perfection, make you think that my brain is robotic

Addicted to this music thing like a fuckin’ narcotic

Lyrically psychotic, give me the mic, I get demonic

I flow at a thousand mph, now I dare you to time it

Sometimes I spit, but when they so sick, yes I gotta vomit

There ain’t no word on this earth that I couldn’t kill a rhyme with

Ignorance is bliss in the eyes of a sinner

Life is a bitch, and she’ll fuck you, but I came up in her

I’m new on the scene, but murder it for a beginner

I spit IMAX so you can see every lash and

I professionally direct it like Luc Bessen

Ask him, then go swallow a bucket of Asprin

Can’t none of y’all see me when I’m buckin’ and I’m dashin’

You want beef, claimin’ that you hard, but you chicken

Grab the heat, hear the Gat cock, now you shittin’

Pussy like kitten, bammers run whenever I’m rippin’

I get bitches so wet that they slippin’ because they drippin’

Right through your sternum, rip out they teeth and then we burn ‘em

‘Cause dental records determine who was murdered like vermin

I spit too much, split ‘em like dust then rip out they guts

That kilo flow, you know my shit is uncut

Pick up the mic, and now everybody gon’ listen

MCs, I dismiss ‘em, and dump they body, won’t no one miss ‘em

I’m venomous, spit it glisten, pierce into your nervous system

Like Romeo when she kissed him, then suicide ‘cause she missed him

Now, this ain’t a gift, it’s a curse, and I hate to say it’s scary

This ain’t a verse, this is your fuckin’ obituary

My mood, it varies, eat rappers like whey was commissary

That’s when I’m rhymin’, see, I eat rappers like they ramen

Told tell Obama, I think my tongue is Al Qaeda bombin’

Anybody that want it, Logic keep it one hundred

Thermal-laser guided sight, so none of y’all runnin from it

Pop it, then gun it, nitro stoppin’ at three hunnid

Step inside of the booth, every style I done done it

My radius blast fast, no way you can outrun it

Fakin’ on me and you fuckers gon’ get one to the stomach

Psychological, don’t never ever forget the name

In it for the respect, but ain’t nothin’ wrong with the fame, yeah