(Intro Blabber)

Verse
Check it out, You feel like falling...
Down but never giving up, somebody better get me up
Surrounded by so many fucks, but nobody bothers giving one
Sit me up, I'm sick of ya'
I'm serious, this isn't some delirious depiction, son
This is the beginning of the mission I've been meaning ta'
Get around to (Round 2), like I'm fighting for the belt
The Shit that I'll do will arouse you
"Yeah, I can't lie, I kinda felt that one line about the belt
And how it rhymed with something else, this kid is nice
He's giving hell, let's get advice... Help?"
Fuck if I'mma aid ya'. Sick of 'sittin' 'lame ducks'
I'm gunnin' it the way up, you're becoming a hata' (hater)
Hate me?! I don't really give a shit
Like your (not 'you're') God and Haiti... Wait, he? Yeah I did
Tragedy without a warning
Tearing away your masterpiece and doing it all while yawning
It's haunting but the truth was never said to be acceptable
I'm starving for you too, you better bet EMCEE'S IS EDIBLE!

Outro
(I'm gunnin' it the way up, you betta' wake up, Fake Fucks!)