[Intro]

Ayo, why when niggas talk about best rappers in New York, my name never in it, man?

That shit's kinda crazy

[Verse 1]

I’m in a Tesla, she lickin' on my testicles

Suck off my head like Van Helsing 'til I let it go

Veteran professional, masterminded a special flow, like G. Dep

I killed shit ’fore I was ever known

Each soliloquy is coded in the metronome

I got a whip full of sticks like the technodrone

More hammers than Decepticons

I found my balance like marshmallows in the Lucky Charms

Now I'm Tеflon, your wimpish shots reflected off

Harlеm Nights shit, what you bring that for!?

They throwin' darts, I'm throwin' javelins back through they skulls

The flow keep switching up just like a Skrull, pick a hole

I got these niggas lookin' slow, like "Which way did he go?"

Was over they head the whole time, and they ain't even know

Niggas pockets in ketosis, they can't touch the dough

My nigga Gouch fuck in his Benz just like he Tony Snow

Tuxedo with overcoat, feeling like Goldie Glo

Tote the chrome .44, spin you like hokey poke

I came back for revenge like I’m Cody Rhodes

When I step up in this bitch, I need Pyro

Going for the title, spit fire like Spyro

Dominicano, thot hoes that I know

Slim waist with a ass like a rhino

Loose pussy need to go to the gyno

My next show is Showtime at the Apollo

Feel like George Chang when he ran into Alpo

Smack the shit out y’all, and I box southpaw

Box out like Ivo, had a long night

But I'll still drop 45 on ’em, got my white Nikes on

Might throw a Mitchell & Ness with the big fitted

That's wide over my eyes on, spit color like Krylon

Jump niggas in the club, lookin' like a pile-on

You think your mind on the same shit that I'm on?

That’s really funny, you should join Monty Python

The truth's present, the lies gone, pants on fire, go try 'em on

The vocal booths a fittin' room and I'm in just here getting my fly on

Rapper slash revolutionary like Mysonne

Lefty, pen up in my right pal

I just pulled it out, a grenade pa, can't duck the napalm

Your best bet just to skate off, I'm kicking niggas off they skateboard

The mic taped off, white chalk around the mixing board

This ain't nothin' you wanna mix with, boy

Nigga's sayin', "The ruler's back," that just proved to me you can act

Just like Bishop in Juice, you got your delusions confused with facts

But the truth is, when I'm finished shootin' shit, it's a wrap

You ain't gotta go audition to get yourself in a cast

Better stick to the script like it's scripture and you at mass

Before the next plot hole that they give you come with a casket

Listen, everything you envision, I'm really that

You rap about bustin' guns, I done bust my gun over rap

If this was really the 90's then son, you woulda got jacked

Jacked for your JanSport, Avirex and bus pass

You must be puffin' the glass dick or lost your touch 'cause of cash

'Cause how the fuck you leave the studio comfortable with that trash, boy

I'ma badass, I don't throw stones and hide my hand

I lift up boulders and hold 'em then throw 'em from overhead

This Damian vs. Adonis, no, Rocky vs. Clubber Lang

That Ray Vaughn nigga garbage, you battlin' soup cans and I'm Candyman

No Voldemort, don't make me crack your head

I'll really play JK Rowling, get on y'all bitch niggas' ass

Best rapper in New York? I don't believe it

Always was overrated to me, I never seen it

At your best, you was decent, but you talking too fly

For a guy that let Puff bust a nut in his third eye

Niggas is products of budgets and marketing

Jump in water with sharks and find out hard that you hardly can swim

You been targeted, and I'm not Ray Vaughn or REASON

Don't care about bloggers or streamin', podcasters none of that weak shit

[Verse 2]

Yo, if niggas wanna get it, we can get it

Shit, we owe these Cali niggas, they killed Pop Smoke and Big Pop

Invented gangs and created crack rock

So fuck Fatburger and fuck Jack in the Box

I'm sick of these niggas

Been a menace to the Black society, time to get rid of 'em

Time to pay restitution for your residual sins

I'll go and find Pac in Cuba and even give it to him

You crash out, I'm Crash Bandicoot, now watch me spin

These niggas created players before you edit the skin

Generic, I'll get to steppin', scuff up your Chucks with my Timbs

Pathetic, man, I'm embarrassed to even be dissin' 'em

Man y'all should go and get Kendrick, better yet, go get SZA

She'll tell you 'bout how I beat up on pussies until they shiver

I should get a percentage of TDE just for hittin'

They cashin' out on tour and shit, I inspired them lyrics

I still got the tape like Caine in Menace

Just go and ask Punch if you think im kiddin'

A West Coast Production, watch eXington Steele perform

It's seems to be I'm more Ray J than Ray Vaughn

I'll heat Ray like Superman when his vision is warm

With LASIK, let's flip some LA shit

Ain't gotta be laced with sherm to get elevated

In fact, I'm elated to put you in your places

Annihilate ya in front your delegation

Throw you with your music, right up in the waste bin

Don't know how y'all made it as far as y'all made it

Y'all serve as confirmation this game's on some fake shit

They coulda spent that money on Blu, how they sign you?

I'm looking for a Reason but nobody has a clue

I'm confused at how you come at the Mecca with disrespect, ya

Should be bowin' five times and pickin' your little head up

Instead you want it severed and shoved inside of your rectum

I ain't get to Daylyt, but fuck you, I ain't forget ya

[Outro]

What? It ain't no more to it

Hmm, yeah, I'd fuck Diddy, I'm not gon' front I'd fuck the shit out of Diddy. I'm just keeping it a buck. Like, why not? Diddy's attractive. Get him off a bottle of Cîroc, a shot of Cîroc. He got plenty of Cîroc. Get him fucked up. I'll fuck. I actually got a website. I'm about to start a movement. It's called I Wanna Fuck P. Diddy Movement