[Verse 1]

Live behind these bars, fuck you if you try to free him

Another fuck you to these rappers wanting to be him

Cause his greatness destined on the Dawn like PM

I'm going in like the wee hours of the PM

When I flow, it's a mirage - they don't really see him

Like the Good Lord to a Christian

But they know I'm the Messiah, so they ears steady listen

And they only talk shit cause my ass they steady kissing

There go Ry talking bout shit again

Obliterate laxatives, ya'll still wouldn't be shit my man

While I'm taking daily trips to the Colonic

Found some wack ass lyrics and an old version of Hooked on Phonics

Then had the doc cleanse me just so you can have them back

If you can't stomach me then lay your ho ass on your back

And they don't like it when I tend to rhyme the say word

But how the fuck you suck at rapping when you a fucking nerd?

You would figure that you know enough

Flow better than me, well them Mecca shoes just ain't enough

I tend to stray away from poker, never catch me on my bluff

Buff Bagwell, damn these verses tough

You grew up in the hood scared to combat fisticuffs

Show me the menu, I'll have you rappers verse for lunch

Section full of Piranhas, you can't swim you out of luck

Selling jewelry in the projects, I'm a diamond in the rough

[Verse 2]

5 years ago my granny buried

Took it's toll, left me colder than Ashy Larry

And to this day that whole memory is scary

Reason I light things that give me wings like Tinkerbell the Fairy

Throw up on the track, lactose to BS but not dairy

As I plan to milk this game overfilled with plenty cowards (uhh)

But I'm the dog just chasing tales

Simultaneously spit fire like Zak & Wheezie from Dragon Tales

A two-headed monster, a one man legend

See the game exposed and I'mma fuck it like it's wearing leggings

And I Run it and ya'll just legless

Great and inconspicuous, rep like a constituent

And on the mic I minister like Berlusconi

Flows flexible, rugged, lyrics is husky

My pen work out to the point that it's musky

I rape everything my pen state, Jerry Sandusky (uhh)

So you kids better back up

I'm the reason little pigs building shacks up

I don't write punchlines but with these bars I get my crack up

While these funny guys just make me crack up

And I just killed this like my pants down and my crack up

And it's gonna take a second for you to catch up

Even if you lived in Pittsburgh with a hefty love of burgers

Most these rappers better than me, excuse me that's unheard of

For you beat me sacrifice myself like Kamikaze murders (Ry)