[Verse 1]

I freestyle erratically for those that wanna battle me

Spit venom at MC's until this mic cord is staticky

Do damage to a Salt and a Pepa, without the battery

When you diss you flatter me

I'm fuckin' up your whole anatomy

The tan tenor

Oh, your hoe? We ran in her

With thirteen king size chocolate antennas

And in my city, for reals, yo, I'm sick of who talk

About how me and my man is on the dick of New York

'Cause when I innovate, I incinerate, then I eliminate

You in a state of shock until these niggas hyperventilate

I serve the East Coast to West Coast and won't discriminate

Penetrate, I crush all beef right where it emanate

In daylight, my stray mic strike twilight

And I'm the stay type, to play right, create highlights

And ain't nobody finna do me, especially in this bitch game

I'm ruthless, I use my middle finger when I switch lanes

Pertainin' to bein' entertainin', now I'm reignin'

I slay men, experts and laymen with my grey pen

I'm scrapin', moldin', holdin' rap down and shapin'

A style handcrafted since the days of my playpen

In my drop-top, I rock spots, I got it locked stock

When my Glock pop, I had the hardest niggas playin' hop-scotch

I'm top notch, and if she ain't fuckin' then watch me cock-block

I hit hot twat, and pop-lock

Hey, nigga – knock, knock

I'm enterin', Juice's shit is colder than the winter and

These instumentals bang and leave a nigga's skin splinterin'

Friday the 13th, I rip Jason

A slick Mason like Perry with more game than Dick Grayson

Perfection, rap erection, now let my TECs in

I burn your neck skin, these niggas start epilepsin'

Juice steps in, and if a motherfucker test us

They scrapin' his ass of the wall like asbestos

[Hook 1]

I just freestyle the hook and display my skills

No matter what a nigga kick, you'll be on my dillz

Get your notebook, quote, it's time to take notes

Can't fuck with the freestyles or what I got wrote

Swear to god, I just rip it and freestyles my skills

And everything I kick is dope, so they'll be on my dillz

And when I get done with the song, you'll think I'm bullshittin'

'Cause you won't know if it's freestyle or if the shit is written

[Verse 2]

Niggas swear to God they finna rip the microphone

I swear they couldn't go Gold if they bought a herringbone

They'd need kneepads

Lookin' at my style, 'cause I'ma beat bad

I swear it's so dope, I had to check into a rehab

Never nervous, MC's are worthless, put down your pencil

My instrumental will cramp your style like a menstrual

Scenario, it's time for your motherfuckin' burial

I'll murder you and burn your promotional material

Kinetically and alphabetically, I'm the thickest

And theoretically, poetically, {*cough*} I'm the sickest

My Bic is scribblin'

Yo, it ain't no riddlin'

If rap was defense, I'd have Kobe double dribblin'

I'll leave this mothafucker so hot, it'll be sizzlin'

I haven't even started my reign, I'm only drizzlin'

I'm unpresentable, like pierced needles through your genital

In general, I'm known for stealin' shows like a criminal

I'm crucial – mathematically, I'll reduce you

I'll noose you, I'll shoot your posse, even if they neutral

Yo, don't drink and drive when you choosin' my tape

It's like, cruisin' on the freeway and losin' your brakes

And the crash'll be a crash that will thrash your ass

I harass these motherfuckers from the first to the last

There's no immunity, when my tape hits the Black community

Niggas'll put the crack down and start usin' me

My shit injures, average men down to ninjas

My tape so dope, it should've came with two syringes

I blend this, with no glitches, for all your bitches

Last time I got so open, I needed stitches

When every nigga in they Ac's and Hyundais heard this

I leave niggas quieter than a Sunday service

I can burn any nigga steppin' in my jurisdiction

Big Juice, I'm in the house, like a shorty on restriction

[Hook 2]

I'm like Schwarzenegger when it's time to erase

These niggas talk behind my back, but they be all up in my face

If I do kick a written rhyme for you, it's a bonus

I'll make you change your name to "The Rapper Formerly Known As–"

So next time, please just get off my dillz

And let me do whatever and display my skills

'Cause no matter if it's freestyle, no matter if it's written

I'm a dope nigga, that's no bullshittin'