[Sample]

I do

I think about you

[Verse 1]

This track I'ma keep it simple no complex flow

And the most lyrical beast living you ain't even know

And it's a million years later and the fan base keep growing

Bringin' that murder mayhem like Joel and Ethan Coen

My undefeated record can't be broken, I'm the chosen

Jesus Christ the Lord, you can see me walking on the ocean

Let me do some exposing while you trying to be a thug, posing

You a faggot rapper in the gay club voguing

Forget Soulja boy, I'm bumpin' GZA Liquid Swords

I'll piss on the Grammys, I'll piss on the MTV Awards

Young rappers please make this shit last

Quit the minstrel show, black face tap dancing for the quick cash

I put a beating on your new schoolers, late bloomers

I'm the big daddy, You just Camachos and Chavez juniors

Thinking I might flip, the chance is slim

You praying on my downfall, those the prayers cause the lord ain't answering

Bring it

[Hook]

I'm on my own dick

(Braggadocios, flow so ferocious)

I got a superiority complex (say what)

(or is it just complex superiority)

[Verse 2]

My life is too hot for the T.V

It contains graphic violence, language and gratuitous nudity

Yo Paul let's make it happen, Eminem vs. me

It'll be an epic battle like Mike Tyson vs. Bruce Lee

Let's bring it back to the Rooftop with Brucie B

I done spit brutally before I hit puberty

And let's not just compare me to the other rappers

Cause I'm better than the Jim Morrisons and Mick Jaggers

Bob Dylan battle me, I'll rip you

They shot John Lennon but I'm a better lyricist than him, too

NYPD looking like the Keystone cops

It's your poppa's pop, even Justin Timberlake beatbox

Been a b-boy before Diddy freed the Lox

You receiving a beating, bleeding, beefing, you rather be vegan

Lyrically I put it on

I'm the nicest any religion I swear it on the bible and the Quran

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Battle the pro, you will sadly lose

Yeah you just an amateur, Golden Gloves in the daily news

Mm-hmm whatever you can try to ignore my past

I'ma reign forever check your local weather forecast

Some People think because you sold more you more hot

My last album was a smash hit and yours was a flop

Spent two mil they ain't recouped, they still counting

We spent a couple grand and made it a few hundred thousand

Too many rappers fake in the booth, I state the truth

Without steroids I hit it out the park like Babe Ruth

Your bling bling glitter ain't cute

Challenge me that's a suicide mission that's worse than Beirut