[Verse 1: mUsa]

It’s the wrath of the titan

Blast by the lightening

Captured the fighting

With my mastered –

Low-Key –

Blowing on that plasma

Flow but I got asthma

Hoes ain’t tryna catch us

Cause they really need to catch up

Hit her on the period –

And yea that isn’t ketchup

Ya’ll are just delirious

So here he is the rapper

You hear he is a rapper?

Weariest of chatter

Hear he use to shatter your lungs

Like blowing grams of the skunk

She said I’m trash

But put her hands on the junk

Blasted like a clone trooper

Lone shooter but there’s a bag in the trunk

You getting bagged by a punk

I’m kinda glad that your dumb

But the brain you giving me

Is that of a gun –

I’m really glad you have come

Your really glad you have cum

On your face mask –

I got my cape and I’m based as

A ball that is based of a square

I am high I don’t care man

[Verse 2: mUsa]

(Back into the game killing rappers for the fame)

You mothafucka's lame

Inside of me theres a flame

Which no rain can put out

And move out of my way

There's no doubt that I'm great

Surrounded by hate but still got hope

And still got an eight dope left

I'ma light it - righteous

Left inside the dark

But fuck it it mess with you heart man

I'ma be living in fog-

Unlimited art - in my mind and

My soul solo blow doja out of my nose holes

I'm so loco this shit hot

(You ain't shit compared to me, I am your new god)

I'm aboutta blow

I ain't even the fucking bomb

I'm the designer like Albert Einstein

I ain't lying but this mufasa

Flipping the sample ripping the script

Ripping the plasma - this is legit -

Gunning like Rambo - suck on my dick

Run out of ammo - This the abyss

You think it's easy but I'm hard to kill -

Balls of steel not stopping for nuttin'

Fuck these bitches if they ain't feel -

My passion - the plasma - is real