[Verse 1: Falling Alice]

Game on lock, hit you with the combination

Hear your last song, an obamination

No 08, oh wait, you're so late, I'm so great

Bout can't seem to find a soul mate, you so so on the flow mate

Whole globe know I'm so based

Fuck a hoe phase, trynna have that whole thing

I'm in the booth cooking up like Rakwon, shades on like Akon

Keep swaggin like the Based God

Always kept it a hundred, you know I've Ben Frank

Your whole crew's dead weight, can't fuck with my pen game

I'm coming up like I just popped a pill, make these rappers disappear, David Copperfield

All your shits as let me cop a feel, got the punchines, overcrowded party

Overtake your army, pull the strings like Moriarty