(Verse 1)

God I fucking love rap

Beastly on the beat like a beefy bad guy, staple villainy, wrap sheet, longer than a rap sheet filled up by the beast in me

A Titan on the tippy top Olympus, slipping from the drip and living like every summer season, I got Liam Neeson wishing and bitching, and shits wack and- cry baby bitch with no swag that's his Kraken

I got crowds at my sneaks, like the sand sifting in between my feet at the beach, bitch

God I fucking love rap

Trapping all the words for the love of the fun

And navigating all your Ls like a Tetris run

This burning hunger for the best of the best is unrockable

It lives in the bеlly of the beast, no rest, can’t bе fucking stopped, bursting out the seems

Its fucking Alien, Ridley Scott

And I'm never backing down to any King, Lord, Sword, or raging Horde/

I know I reign supreme on parades bitch, look out for the red who lays pain on your rap game charades bitch/

It’s all true

And you know that it’s all true

And it’s sickening like the fucking flu

I be breathing rap, huffing and puffing like it was glue, baby

I’m knotted to the hustle, bitch, through and bloody through

I hunker down, set the mood still, yo it’s murderous, but not entirely merciless, Momma didn’t raise a man without a mind to be courteous

Ripping through the competition, and first degree serving on these bitches ‘till I got em in submission, or out cold like my mission was demolition

Like I’m Jon fucking Jones in the octagon like violence was my only vocation, are you tripping?

On the shattered meat state that I leave you in? Like Silva with the split shin

Motherfucker think again, use that little brain of yours before it’s on the floor again

Twitching at the sight of my craft like it’s fucking Lovecraftian