(Verse)

With my weapons being words
I'm waging war using my verbs
Im making more than just a verse

I've taken flows where I can curse
Erase whole generations of work

Volume 40 of the Cyphers
Was the dub I got from rhyming
The pen is more like a bike if
I don't trail off when I'm writing

Can't switchback to a style
That'll get cash or go viral
One man clique clacks on the micro
'Till his wave is out on Tidal

Do like King Iso
Don't Let Go and I won't die slow
Life So Crazy, Am I A Psycho?
I guess I am, like Tech N9ne, though

Sent my rap for review
They said, "Your voice is wack, screw you,"
They said, "Too lyrical, you won't do,"
So I pulled out a deuce deuce
Like I dumped on some turds too
It was shocking like a fuse
Spazzing like epileptics do

And by then, I must've knew
That the game is soft and confused
And death is when I'll pay my dues
Like Jenna Jameson pics, old news
Is all I've ever heard from you

Pencil and Napkin got removed
Cancel my crap, snowflakes now
Wanna strike my Spotify down

While that crap was happening
I got wood in my dick when rapping with
Turtles in Splinter Faction
Bodybagging, Polish caskets
Like Warsaw's what we're packing

Turned down deals from Enigmatic
Cuz I felt stressed out, capping
Like I'm at my peak, clapping
Rappers rhyming, thrashing

A couple dozen of faggots
With a Camel's Cig, blasting

And Now with Where I'm At
I'm At Lloyd's Bank with Marshall's Maths
If the numbers only can add

Like Nas got Slim on tracks
King's Disease I caught fast
Armed to the teeth with crowns, blam

Happy someone liked my raps
Even if it's pornstars at that
Word to Indigo White, a fan
And mod Of hers, I really am

She's the one who asked for tracks
Of mine, and it's trailing right back
To me sampling her art's craft
To help mine out of blocks I had

From Soundcloud to Spotify, fam
I evolved to spit bars on trap
My balls won't drop, ain't trans

Pass on with a hit
Swear to God, it doesn't eat shit
Just needs a lot of listens, kid