[Verse]

Yo homie, lemme get a pass at the mic

You know me, I'm the hype rap fans asking for, right?

Since I mastered the pipes I been a dastardly sight

Flagon of Jack in the left, have the pen wrapped in the right

Cash in the night, paranoid, ain't fucking with credit

Been waiting, patiently pacing, when cake coming let's get it

Burn the grass then I leave snakes snug in the cement

Riddick with the MPK plugged in, a menace

The minute I'm in this little gimmicks finna be finished

Stop with the flossing your dentist and oral hygienist sent us

My business my business, so stay the fuck outta out of mine

Got no time for punks crying, lacking nuts and a spine

Earth to Neptune, MADic verse give chest wounds

Rappers swear that MADic birthed in test tubes

From the Ap but current map where pests loom

I'm with the shit, murder tracks in restrooms

Bring your best dude, you know I bring mine

Intellect behind bars, Bill Nye bing time

You push Vemma slime, son, I sling rhymes

King sized bling, but you ain't scribbling king lines

Fuck if I be fly, nerd since knee high

I need mine, so gimme me the S between the D9

Feline emcees sell cuts by seasides

You can take the L, P.U., request denied

It's hee haw, laughing at you chums

They say he raw, grappling with puns

Black and mix in Dutch, you have a halfrican, a mutt

You have a rapping kid who stunting on your wack and shitty cuts

So what's up, I been doing me, chewing beats and producing heat

That moving through your noodle to your shoes and feet

Woe is you and woo is me (woo)

I'll have you packing, you rap but lacking MADic's magical fluency

Badder, badgering loosie leaf

Rolling Raws, so it's on when through the smog fingers hitting the midi keys

I visited Little Italy, but didn't do did diddily

But whistle bit of diddle of Pun to live in his memory

Word to great ones, swerving the fake bums

Me and verbs converge, encourage murderous takes

Disturbing the Earth surface, we merge words and go ape dumb

Verbal turret deterrence, I purge churlish and scrape scum

Son, this wordplay fun, but it ain't done

I'm just stretching my baked lungs and eight tongues

Yeah, I'm just getting warmed up

Lifestyles coming soon, you been warned, bruh

Better get your horn, bruh, it's a war cry

Born in the storm's eye, sworn to perform live

You hate it? Fuck it, I'm fortified if scorn fly

Slap you out of your snore time, it's story time

It's MADic

[Outro]

Get ready, steady, I'm deadly with a quarter a pen, shit eating horrible grin

A Jim poured to brim, yeah, this a warning, my friend

MAD to the I C finna storm in again

MAD to the I C been recording again

I'm with a quarter a pen, shit eating horrible grin

A gin poured to the brim, yeah, this a warning, my friend

Ugh, yeah this a warning my friend

I been recording again, so this a warning, my friend