[Verse 1]:

I don't give a shit

How many MCs I'm facing

I'll strafe

Degrade

And debase'em

Until they're shaken

And faceless

I'm not a pacifist

You're not in greatest

Of situations

I'm Satan

So get to your place that's

Safest

I'm heavily comparable to a 3 headed dog

You MCs are terrible dude, you need better songs

Crimson's furtherance

Is just murderous

You think you're fly? We'll bring some turbulence

You'd be wrong if you were to say you think you've heard of this

I'm exposing you rappers, like Rob did to Black Chyna

I'll smack 5 of you

Wack rhymers

And half timers

Make you yellow like the car color of cab drivers

Pass the mic so

A better MC can spit, you lack a tight flow

Them faux folks go tote dope and foty fo's

We know he's broke, that's why we're exploding jokes

On phony foes

I've broken hopes

Even though

I'm only

Locally known

When I 1st said I'd break into this game they couldn't have told me no

[Hook]

Calling all artists

Calling all artists

I'm cutting off your flow like I'm turning off faucets

Hell will freeze before any rapper can step to me

Listen to the rhymes I spit, you don't wanna mess with these

[Verse 2]

I'm interestingly giving unknown wrath for mass murder

Listed mentally as a sociopath with Asperger's

It's offending me, you're polio to rap cause you lack further skill

Your tracks aren't real

You think you can beat me, you're more tweaked out than a basehead

You're weak, lousy and brainless

You wreak of touting some fake shit

You get your relief counting up paychecks

While I get ready to reap the bounties of the famous

I'm the villainous

Ripper that's

Churning dissonance

Burning villages

My discerned incentives

And intentions

Are everything but concerned with dividends

Of measly monetized worthless integers

I'd rather be dope with word and sentences

Germs of ignorance

Don't give a fuck about a rapper with guns

I'll have you staggered and stuck

But you were acting so tough

Really you're lacking the guts

That means you're an average schmuck

That tries for a gangster image so I'm attacking you bums

So tell me who is more real, me or you

And your weakling crew

This is something I need to prove

The fact that rappers

Have an act

To grab your cash

And tack fat stacks

Robbing your intelligence

These are problems with thick evidence

If every trend is started with music, we're just here to change them

Crimson Entertainment

We're building tips to save you

From becoming a victim to societal conformity

These are the thoughts of a maniacal force born from me

[Hook]

Calling all artists

Calling all artists

I'm cutting off your flow like I'm turning off faucets

Hell will freeze before any rapper can step to me

Listen to the rhymes I spit, you don't wanna mess with these