[Intro]

From the second part of "Final Boss," my fans are still in shock

So all you fake-ass YouTube rappers, keep your eyes upon the clock

You better sign up for a track team while you're running out of time

Because my rhymes are like Transformers and Ninja Turtles combined

[Verse]

Reach for a star, get burnt, bitch, you're just one of many

Whose reach exceeded their grasp and now they're fuckin' buried

I'm knocking cats out left and right like it's Tom and Jerry

We might as well call this map Summoner's Cemetery

I'm Scooby-Doo in the top lane, you don't got a clue

I'm in the jungle, but when I gank, I come out the blue

Your ass just sitting there like furniture, so take a seat

I'll drop this beat on your head like it was concrete

You bastards, you cowards, you liars, you broads

You two-faced, backstabbing, dick-sucking frauds

I hope one day that that Korean bitch will burn in hell

These hoes is passing STDs like it's NFL

That penta-kill was an appetizer, now what's for dinner?

Your match history reminding me of ducks in winter

I'm taking two-bit players unto another level

You know, the one where it's hot and you can meet the devil

Scientists claim my rapping's the cause of global warming

'Cause all these flaming hot bars that I am always forging

You guys are drinking Dr. Pepper, I'm drinking Mountain Dew

My name is Jason Gastrow, who the fuck are you?

Soil yourself, your skills are dirt, but I am grass

Relate myself to a donkey 'cause I'm a badass

To even comprehend my score, you need a calculator

I'm who they cast if Stanley Kubrick made the Terminator

Ask 'em why they freeze my lane, they said I'm too cold

So many minors on this game, I'm rolling in the gold

The pyramids are just a cover for my ancient tomb

My safe deposit box located on the fucking Moon

Every other day, there's fans that say I'm getting crappy

How the fuck I'm supposed to keep a million people happy?

I'm like driving in New York after dark

'Cause I ain't going nowhere, so call me Rosa Parks

I pulled your top lane's fuckin' card and scored an ace

Told him it read "Get good" and mailed it to his base

[(Take some... uh... chicken

Put cheese on there

Add some lettuce

And then you just roll that up in a tortilla)]

That's a wrap!

Wake me up when you can face me, I'mma take a nap

To escape the reality of your shitty team

As I arise from my sleep to live the American dream