[Verse 1: King Iso]
I'm the one that wanna shoot at all these new rap niggas
Grippin' a new gat, to pull back, and do that business
How the hell you niggas flexin', when you lack fitness?
I'm insane it's Rick James I do slap bitches
You wack niggas go in the booth to spew that fiction
Lyrics who you jack? John Cusack when you wack spittin'
If you don't produce tracks and too rap then you wack nigga
Who raps sicker than me?? NOBODY. True that nigga
I blew that shit out the water when I started rhymin'
So watch a bastard who could give a fuck if off the timin'
I'm watchin niggas in these videos like y'all be lyin'
I'm a walkin' talkin' flyin' hybrid made from rocket science
I have been the tallest giant mileage nigga auto-pilot
Commit a homicide when cops arrive when y'all 'gon buy it
And what you call a starvin' artist I will call a diet
And when I walk inside the room I get an awkward silence
Like shh
Satan, please grant me the serenity, sike bitch
Just murder all my enemies and give me a white chick
I might just, quit rappin' pick up a night shift
And write a resume and then submit it to Isis
The goddess that is, are you listenin' right, prick?
The Christians hated me now they beginnin' to like it
And I ain't even trippin' off you niggas who might spit
Cuz everybody's having an identity crisis
I'm the one that wanna shoot at all these new rap niggas
Grippin' a new gat, to pull back, and do that business
How the hell you niggas flexin', when you lack fitness?
I'm insane it's Rick James I do slap bitches
You wack niggas go in the booth to spew that fiction
Lyrics who you jack? John Cusack when you wack spittin'
If you don't produce tracks and too rap then you wack nigga
Who raps sicker than me?? NOBODY. True that nigga
I blew that shit out the water when I started rhymin'
So watch a bastard who could give a fuck if off the timin'
I'm watchin niggas in these videos like y'all be lyin'
I'm a walkin' talkin' flyin' hybrid made from rocket science
I have been the tallest giant mileage nigga auto-pilot
Commit a homicide when cops arrive when y'all 'gon buy it
And what you call a starvin' artist I will call a diet
And when I walk inside the room I get an awkward silence
Like shh
Satan, please grant me the serenity, sike bitch
Just murder all my enemies and give me a white chick
I might just, quit rappin' pick up a night shift
And write a resume and then submit it to Isis
The goddess that is, are you listenin' right, prick?
The Christians hated me now they beginnin' to like it
And I ain't even trippin' off you niggas who might spit
Cuz everybody's having an identity crisis
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