I come with a craft that some of you lack, untouchable stats

I’m crushing you cats like when you place your thumb on a gnat

Get snuffed in a flash, I’m busting your ass, punch you so fast

Your lungs’ll collapse, and you’ll be laying slump on the grass

Then stuffed in a sack, pummeled with bats, punctured and stabbed

Then covered with gas, burned with a match to bundles of ash

I’ll chuckle and laugh, you’re nothing but wack, stuck with the fads

Of clutching the gat with hundreds of tats and drugs in your bag

It sucks cause you act so tough in your raps, none of it's fact

You tuck in your sack, and cover your vag with one of them pads

You’ve summoned my wrath. punishing brats like mothers and dads

I'm coming to rap, Your careers will plummet and crash

Running this class that none of you passed, you’re coming in last

Hot as running in the sun in Iraq during summer in black

My hunger is maxed. lunching on cats. til my stomach is fat

A monster in rap, my champ’s belt is buckled and strapped

You beating me? You have a better chance of dunking on shaq

I'm the future, the front of the pack, you’re stuck in the past

My sound is like a thunderous clap, rupturing glass

You sound like you’re drunk from a flask, mumbling crap

You should bungie jump with nothing attached, or clutched to your back

Your structure is bad pulling us down like buckets of crabs

If you’re a wonderful act, then teddy ruxbin’s a cat

That’s why I got it covered like caps, I’m done it’s a wrap