[Intro]

Doubt me... or not

[Verse 1]

This is my-

Idiot flow, I know nothing, gimmie this dough, I'll make a throne, pray to this hideous troll, City of Gold

Know what I did? Don't even ask me how

Just know I'm sick of classy, it's ashy now

Dry snitching on myself, I been nasty now for 7 years

You ain't know because I pad me down

Now the pad is gone, gettin' my graduate on

Now I'm schooling these rappers, I work for Degrassi now

No diss, I'm just feeling myself behind the pulpit

I'm a kid Catholic priest as I smash this beat

Yeah, that fruit was hanging low, I suppose

Oh, I don't know; like I said, it's my idiot flow

I don't mean to offend, I do mean to impose

You consider rap a game, well, I see the controls

You mash, I master, I'm a shark in the game

It only looks like I'm cheating, before you start to complain

[Hook]

I'ma kill this thing just because, and

I'ma kill that thing just because, and

I'ma kill everything just because I'm dope, and nope, that ain't just because

Yep

I'ma kill this thing just because, and

I'ma kill that thing just because, and

I'ma kill everything just because I'm dope, and nope, that ain't just because

Yep

[Verse 2]

Wrestling with omens; Damien; Sandow

In my bed, and I'm passed out like a handout

Dreaming that I'm turnt off the Bull, too cool

Drunk driving with your girl in the back, let me Stan out

You're on the sideline, shut up while I stand out

Friends left, but I'm alright, guess it panned out

Now I'm center stage

But if you were there at the start, then it's post-magic show; you've been amazed

That's why I'm biting flows, you should already know me

Plus, the game keeps screaming that I'm OP

And leave to the net, that means I'm a [redacted]

I say dudes mad at getting blown out

Guess I got that dope mouth

Every time I spit, no doubt

They're telling you don't speak

Hella good advice, homie

When it comes to rap, you shouldn't be involved

More than underground; I'll put you underneath it all

[Verse 3]

You wack, I'm great, nothing left to say

How you the future? I'm better than you yesterday

They say cause I got chipper, I dun' got illa'

But that sad kid, spit that blue flame; Godzilla

Have an issue? Come visit, you know my villa

Actin' like you can't find me, 2Pac killa

Yeah, you should make way for me, but not "nilla"

I ain't cookie cutter, just because I don't pop triggas'

But I'll "gratata" from the mouth; no Bryan Silva

I don't see you ever seeing me, you eyeing Velma

I dropped my glasses, oops, and a classic

Your life is the plastic bag I line my trash with

Your raps are tragic, you're in the wrong field

So I beg you, for Christ's sake, find your passion

I'm either the Grim Reaper or 10 nickels

Killing the game just cause; whimsickle