I wanna hop on a beat
Murder anybody that's hot on a beat
It’s a competition bro, I'm not gonna sleep
Run for your mama coz it's not for you kids
Been the same since my mama head-butted me
Always wanted fame now it’s not my cup of tea
I don't see no beef but I got my cutleries
You want to get ahead in life, I'll get you a guillotine
Never been to jail but I got so much bars
Not the type to fail coz I go the fuck hard
I just show and tell, I don't play no bluff cards
You just want attention like a fucking popstars
Wackos, I'ma eat you up like a cereal
While I'm bumping this infront of the stereo
When you make a diss, go check your material
Half of you don't even know what's a syllable
9 outta 10th times, depending on rhymes
You don’t even make sense the lines you combine
I’ma redesign this craft
Shit! Even when I'm mumbling they said that I can rap
Wo, Hold up
Yo, I’m not sober
Alcohol in my stomach
I'ma spit that
With that drunk flow, yo
Never done cocaine in my life
But I sniff propane when I'm on the mic
This world's a cold place snuggle up tight
Time to kill the lights, time for your lullaby
Back to the sober me I see things clear
I’ma gas you up mentally, you better hold a pink flare
Rap with audacity, I made it till here
Go woooo on the beat, I'm the fucking Ric Flair
Everytime I look myself in the fucking mirror
Only competition is me in my era
I'm probably gonna die alone coz nobody's iller
Somebody tell these rapper that I'm hungry for a dinner
Big bang on you lil rapper's theory
Coz im coming with a heavy artillery
Take you to the mortuary
Mic is my gun loaded with the alphabets
“26 Glock semi-automatic gat”
You don't have a spot I'm the Sheldon here
Go chill in your spa, don't come around here
“I've been doing this a lot”, that I don't wanna hear
Show me what you got and tell me what you not
It's all part of plan
So don't come looking for me
I'ma make you understand if you come push me
I'ma kill you off so slowly
Like the Alcohol in Nagaland