(Hook 2x)

He got, he got
Shells for my pretty 12-gauge
He got, he got
Lyrics that be all up in the brain
He got, he got
Money that I'm savin' in the bank
He got (game)
FRO got (game)

(Verse)

The anti-hero, the proof in the puddin', appealin'
Rest In Peace to DOOM, I'm somethin' like a supervillain
Ready to rumble like the FRO can be iconic
The vocals are supersonic, you jokers are truly garbage
I flow like a movie on it, еdited, audited
The rеst of the audience - they applauded it, in awe of it
You can go and vote for the FRO, he be the leader up in office
Eager to rock with, easily blow the speakers poppin'
And peep the prophet, I be preposterous
On the sneak tip as you can see, FRO he gotta be conscious
Obnoxious type of rappers that be godawful
Can't rap and can't marvel over type fans to rock a stage show
I'm like a Jose and Jesus mixed with a Malcolm
Your own pace, I baseball Babe Ruth at your outfield
Wild cowboy to now Pow-Wow, boy
To prowl out loud - thou now be on the tabloid
Who had the tenacity to try to match with me
That, he be the capacity of the mad city
That damn gritty, and that man damn witty
Hiddy-dum saddidy - can't even feel the Van Damme kicking, it be -
The power and the megahertz, the coward that bled and burst
Devour the set of words, the hour has settled first
The final, ready for whatever to do or die, though
You wanna battle, you better off bein' suicidal (Damn)
(Hook 2x)

(Scratches)