[Verse One]
They say I'm the best in here
Picture your wife fuckin your twin, I'm like him
May the best man win, so later for you bums
A ways back I made a pact
To stay sharp enough to sharpen a razor on my tongue
I'm sick with this, you sick like a panty sniffer
And you just wanna see her pee, like a dick blister
Y'all remind me of Fantasia brother, y'all be wilding
On TV every day, I turn on y'all and y'all be cryin
I'm surgical with this motherfuckin pen
The sickest n***a spittin 'til the end

[Verse Two]
I don't really have to go against actors
I'm the last lyrical WTF-OMG factor
So back off 'fore I blow your kneecap off
I'ma eat this beat like a beet-eating vegan
Industry's where the beef is
In the car goin beep-beep while I roll over the drums
And just straight peel through the pieces
'Bout to build me a time machine and
Get in it and go back, I'm done
Find Frank Nitti and Al Capone like
"Can y'all autograph my gun?"
Haha, I ain't tryin that hard right now, I'm just havin fun
Tell the whole world I just had a son
First name Earth, last name None
You live on that and your cash ain't come
And you don't spit that shit, ass ain't gone
Raised by a gangsta, come in the house with your ass whipped
And you get an ass-whooping
What a n***a know about the water in the shower getting cold
'Cause the bathroom faucet is on
The reason why I grabbed you, stabbed you, out-rap you
When I ain't feeling like talking with chrome
Heat a n***a house with the oven, like I like thugging
What I probably just spit, on my mother
Had to heat up the house with the oven
Had to spend the night with my cousin
Yes, I be popping lots of shit, you can't do nothin 'bout it, bitch
So get the heads up or be my Rock'em-Sock'em opposite
I'm like a stock or bond, that could drop a bomb
Riding slow with the slidin door on the side
Open on that minivan, intended for no soccer mom
Lighters up high (High), I'm your fire supply
Writer with mad skills, I'm ill, so hire your guy
Nobody's harder, he don't give a fuck what he slaughters
He will drag your slutty daughter through the muddy waters
This beat is bait, get it out of me, I can shit it out me—it's ate
I think I owe Drake an apology
[Outro]
Tweet about that, you little fucking fruit