Chorus:

It’s funny how you really think you know me (Know me)

Well homie, you can blow me (Blow me)

I’m sorry but I really think it’s time you (Time you)

Show me, what you owe me

I know you, didn’t guess I’d get this far

Funny how you really think you know me

No, Oh-ooh-oh, oh

Verse 1:

I got that stupid flavor, to slaughter rappers is my brutal nature

With the way I put it down, it’s euthanasia

Claim you’re the greatest but it’s obvious without proof or data

That you need to get a grip like shoes for skaters, do a favor

Loop this later, I am not kidding the style I’ve risen is syllable rawness

Storm in a morgue and I’m willing to drill into all of the walls, to fill it with corpses

Fit, with the body of your career, it’s all too clear, I’m writing like I form your tears

By certainly verbally murdering people who heard of me thinking I would fall to fear

That’s real, (True) this is a lyrical carnage

With the skill to put your name into the garbage and then buried in a park ditch

A yard six, feet under where you’ll die slow

I’m Asian, that means I really do this with my eyes closed

You’re getting schooled like I was teaching elementary

So stop it when around me as your standing so pretentiously

I know you’re filled with jealousy, soon to know eventually

You’ll figure out that I am everything that you pretend to be and that is why

Chorus:

It’s funny how you really think you know me (Know me)

Well homie, you can blow me (Blow me)

I’m sorry but I really think it’s time you (Time you)

Show me, what you owe me

I know you, didn’t guess I’d get this far

Funny how you really think you know me

No, Oh-ooh-oh, oh

Verse 2:

If I told you “keep it real” you wouldn’t know how to act

You just want to keep your ego intact, you’re phony in fact

You crave for your image I guess it’s time I get your logo cropped

Cause’ everything picture perfect is more than likely photoshopped

(Pose) Well I don’t have the time to teach a lesson

But “The pen is mightier than the sword” well then my writing is a weapon

Every line you take as threatening I advise you get the stepping

It’s your life that I’m wrecking with the microphone I’m checking

Til my motherfucking breathe stop, aiming for the next block

While you speaking bullshit through your desktop

Keep talking and my next drop, my words could get your chest shot

Neck popped, Head chopped, online and let the web watch

Your time is up, clock towers, (That’s clock towers)

Try to take my job and then I’m making your boss cower

It’s pretty clear that my division won’t fail

For crowds of people feel I what I say like it’s written in braille, yeah

Chorus:

It’s funny how you really think you know me (Know me)

Well homie, you can blow me (Blow me)

I’m sorry but I really think it’s time you (Time you)

Show me, what you owe me

I know you, didn’t guess I’d get this far

Funny how you really think you know me

No, Oh-ooh-oh, oh

It’s funny how you really think you know me (Know me)

Well homie, you can blow me (Blow me)

I’m sorry but I really think it’s time you (Time you)

Show me, what you owe me

I know you, didn’t guess I’d get this far

Funny how you really think you know me

No, Oh-ooh-oh, oh