Part One |

How long I been working at my job…. /
(all day…) /
How long it take your favorite rapper to write that /
(aw wait) /
...I don’t think they can get to me /
stomping out beats just to get you to listen we /
...shouldn’t have to repeatedly /
flip our own beats just to 'murk it to show that we /
….nicer than most of these /
lyrical rappers that get posts so easily…. /
….but when you see them performing /
you fall asleep, thank God you caught some z’s /
I am tired of saying you cool when you suck /
I am tired of saying you (rule) when you /
(rooks) chasing (pawns) (across boards) for a (queen) /
when she sitting right next to me, shawty I got what you need

(Hook)

What you need, what you want /
I’m a beast, I’m a monster /
Kill it all, that’s the mantra /
RDFND The sponsor /
Empty clips, that’s that Contra /
Wack emcees, yeah we stomp em /
And we still animated with the /
flow you know we Bonkers

V2

How to put this simply /
none of your rhymes are tempting, /
they look like dollar menus and your quality is skimpy, /
I ride by the drive through while blasting old Youtube /
parodies that hit harder than McDonalds or Wendys /
Told you not to box with Baraka that time /
Told you not to shower with Blanka, oh my /
Told you not to headbutt Honda, go blind /
or try to scare Zeus with thunder leave you frozen in tundra /
as I try to recover your mind /
sixteen unload quick and leave you froze as sh** /
as I slick rampage through these lines /
and kill without trying then go sip white wine I’m /
not playing with idiots no more /
buss him in the lip, give him stitches who want war /
kill em with the flow, make listeners want more /
toss the competition in ditches for encore /
I (pull cards and blow them up), who draw four /
slick with the (Gambits) no tellin’ what’s in store /
I’ll kick in your door waving pens like 44 with /
rhymes strong enough to toss you off top floor...

Reprise:

Bout to kill again /
I feel so in control of my powers to leave rappers /
sour on beats as I scour the earth to /
devour your peace don’t you run from a g I’mma... /
….monster, everybody know it now /
mixed with Sonic, what’s the point of slowin’ down /
mixed with Shawn Kemp, on a fast break /
Even Bill Walton wants me to throw it down /
....already proven to /
n*ggas I’mma be around, something like a ring /
lemme creep through your TV now, something like The Ring /
when I speak just to freak n*ggas out, something like a demon /
we can slug it out, Spider-Man in Manhattan /
cuz it’s poetic the way I seem to swing on n*ggas /
I’m like Tyga when I write it down /
cuz these sixteens ain’t a thing when I split it right now

(Hook)

Reprise, V2

Lord Jesus that boy bleedin’ /
stomp his heart out and let the last words that he see /
be the things he was subtweetin’, I’m tweakin /
Now his whole family is weepin cuz CLVRFLD /
took to the lyrics with that street sweepin’ genius /
that hits harder than iron (ironic cuz he) /
shakin’ like he’s anemic and squeamish from the /
hits like a quadriplegic i mean it I’m /
.fiendin’ for another beat I’m creeping /
and waiting for you to bring it I’ll clean /
it and make a rapper cry wolf go get him some Kleenex /
(who next) I’m Dhalsim with the reach /
you’ll get touched by a demon when he spit /
my team is e lite so we beasts on the mic we’re just teemin’ to /
suck all the life out your beat like we leeches and /
then we revive it to prove we don’t need it my n*gga... /
...but still you want more /
Kill the competition and dragged them up five stories /
Hung him out the window to prove that we bout war /
then threw his rhymebook in the corner for encore /
I still (pull cards) to (cut) (hearts) I’m (black) as the /
(spade in my hand) no tellin’ what it’s for /
(I kick in your door wavin’ pens like 44) you know /
what happens next, we’ve been here before....