Yeah

Do me a favor

Try to sleep on this

Yo, Yeah, Check It

(Verse 1)

I'm a certified lyricist, validated beat ripper

You don't want war I'm an authorized beef winner

You tried to front now your bitch'll be deceased with ya

You tried to punch but you hit like a relief pitcher

You a faggot who finger models with hand bags

You a pussy who's been through boxful's of Tampax

You don't possess any skill to gobble or slam tracks

That's why I'm tempted to fill your nostrils with anthrax

I be in convertibles speeding over in fast cars

You will suffer surgical bleeding over your cracked jaws

I be spittin' verbals to keep it flowin' and rap hard

You be at the urinals peaking over the splash guards

I'm rappin' best cause I'm a hazardous beast

The only time your having sex is with a faggot in briefs

The only time you've been molested by your dad and a priest

The only time you've been arrested's by the fashion police, faggot

(Static Talkin' Shit)

Yeah, this shit is fun man

What you didn't think I could do punchlines too

You kiddin'

Yo, Check It

(Verse 2)

Your equivalent to a stoner with a bowl and a spliff

I'm equivalent to a holster of a soldier equip

Plus I'm colder then a boulder in the polar abyss

Stare through a telescope that's focused on a solar eclipse, yeah

I be spittin' game to bitches and they flirtin' back

You be in the corner checkin' out the thermostat

Legit with rhymin' that's why I can make these words attach

You're simple minded you probably think the earth is flat

You claimin' you slangin' and sellin' dimes and zips of bud

But parking tickets the only crime you're convicted of

You claim you gutter and you reside up in Inglewood

But changing oil's the only time that you're in the hood

I ain't smokin' weed for medical reasons

But I'm the reason why your wife's been late for several meetings

The reason why she's always sore in all her sexual regions

The reason why me and your children have identical features

Yeah, haha those are my kids man

I ain't paying for them though, you gotta pay that child support

Haha yeah that shit was nice though, your wife I mean

Yeah, the home stretch right here

Check it, yo listen

(Verse 3)

I'm filled with furious irritation and steady anger

And that's why every collaboration's a heavy banger

You tried to flee and get away but there's already danger

I play Russian Roulette with a bullet in every chamber

I'm gettin' crazed, but nobodies tryna murder me

I'm gettin' praised, but nobodies even heard of me

I'm gettin' paid, but don't have a day of work in me

I'm gettin' hazed, but ain't joining a fraternity

You couldn't get rid of me if you locked me away from home

Can't be defeated you couldn't drop me with David's stones

And if you attempt to put a stop to my crazy poems

You'll take a fishing trip to the locker of Davy Jones

All you bloggers and tweeters talking and contemplating

I'm better then your favorite rapper faggot stop debating

You're all talk with no action like Barack with changing

I'll smash your face until it looks like a Picasso painting

Yeah, yo I ain't one to toot my own horn but haha

You know what I'm not even gonna say it

You sleep on me you're sleepin' on the best, yeah