[Intro: Kavy]

Yeah, It's your boy bad credit, Kavy

I'ma hand over the mic to my boy J to the O

And he's about to open a can of verbal whoop ass

On you slow ass niggas who don't even know how to count a bar

One measure, nigga

I'ma let this nigga rip on y'all real quick, man

Honestly

[Chorus: Kavy]

(You) Don't want it with me, at least not lyrically

(And you) Don't have the saliva needed to spit with me

(You) Couldn't see me even after lasik surgery, I am by far

Verbally superior, I'ma shark, I'ma shark, I'ma shark, I'ma shark

[Verse 1: The Jokerr]

My lyrics grab your attention like carnivorous bird claws

My verbal collage is beautiful like soothing music in a herbal massage

All I really do is sell an image like television

And conveniently fail to mention any personal flaws

Lyrically, I'm more than worthy, sendin' niggas home on gurneys

I snap a rapper in half like the wishing bone on turkeys

Theres professors from Harvard to Berkley wantin' to murk me

'Cause my existence contradicts there whole life's work inertly

I'm like verbal science fiction, the illest semantics

In fly extinction combine it with five minute giant mixin'

I got professional biters hidin' nightly right inside my kitchen

With spy equipment, desperately tryna listen

So, I gotta protect my interest

I only write in abandon airplane hangers

And change languages every sentence

From English to Spanish, Lebanese

And Egyptian in invisible ink and read 'em back in forensic lenses 'cause

[Chorus: Kavy]

(You) Don't want it with me, at least not lyrically

(And you) Don't have the saliva needed to spit with me

(You) Couldn't see me even after lasik surgery, I am by far

Verbally superior, I'ma shark, I'ma shark, I'ma shark, I'ma shark

[Verse 2: The Jokerr]

Ayo, my brain super computes billions of bated cycles

Your dumber than parents leavin' their children to play with Michael

Your circumstance is a reflection of your poor judgement

That's why I'm standin' over face down on the floor plungin'

'Cause crossing me's a poor philosophy, I warned you not to be

I'll throw a whole saguaro cactus at you horizontally

And clothesline your crew with throat spines and watch 'em swell

I'm like the acupuncture therapist from hell

Swooping down to clip you and handicap your balance

And snatch you off the ground with a pair of cretaceous era pterodactyl talons

The pre-jurassic body snatcher with an act for clowning

Grab the mic in cyphers, and saran wrap tacks around it

Now you can call me a jerk if you like

But I ain't taking crap from nobody like septic tank service workers on strike

I'm verbally tight, a gift of this art

You're nothin' more than an insignificant wiff of a fart

And thus

[Chorus: Kavy]

(You) Don't want it with me, at least not lyrically

(And you) Don't have the saliva needed to spit with me

(You) Couldn't see me even after lasik surgery, I am by far

Verbally superior, I'ma shark, I'ma shark, I'ma shark, I'ma shark

[Post-Chorus: The Jokerr]

I will bite you, I will swim around with my dorcil fin

Stick it up out the water, and credit card your butt crack with it

(Okay, hold up, alright so, so you say that you're a shark, does that mean like, you like bite other rappers lyrics and stuff? Because like, sharks bite and rappers bite other people too)

Wow, my rhymes are like isolated cases of severe criminal insanity

They don't occur often, but if they do, it's a calamity

Lives get shattered and wives get battered and minds get splattered

My rhymes are way over your head like fore canopy

[Verse 3: The Jokerr]

Ayo, I'll swing a chain and chop your green to relish

And cut through your skeleton like jellyfish chillin' by submarine propellers

Enough of being jealous, I'm the meanest

I wore Adidas and graffitied on my own placenta as a fetus

And I get psycho when I write flows, my wrist are quite swole

I conduct whole symphonies with light poles

And it gets ice cold when the maestro flows

With global temperatures colder than Pluto's over night lows

See, I can't sacrifice illness for time budget

So I grind on whatever line that my minds stuck with

From divine to benign subjects

It just doesn't get uttered 'til they're lined up regardless of the substance

See, rappers get jealous and hate on what they can't achieve

'Cause they ain't hot and can't get cold like anti freeze

But it's basically as easy as ABC's (How?)

A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P-Q-R-S-T

[Chorus: Kavy]

(You) Don't want it with me, at least not lyrically

(And you) Don't have the saliva needed to spit with me

(You) Couldn't see me even after lasik surgery, I am by far

Verbally superior, I'ma shark, I'ma shark, I'ma shark, I'ma shark