Egging Me Zoan

My fans be egging me
To put these haters to mad shame
To flex on these motherfuckers
And show the world that I got mad game
My boys be egging me
To silence our opposition
To go wilder than the wildest
And say, “Fuck the way of being a nice peaceful Christian”

I can blast
Blast harder than a Blastoise
I can run circles
And square up
With some of these angry, pitiful mad boys
I can diss
I can roast
I don’t miss
I can do the most
And sometimes I contemplate
In returning the hate with hate
Act in a way that would make Jesus Christ be ashamed
Sometimes I don’t want to keep the peace
Especially when motherfuckers think
They can keep disrespecting me
Cause I always turn the other cheek
Respect not given
Then I’ll give you something to remember
Spray on them a flamethrower
When they thought all I had in my moves were ember
Create a war zone in March
Sleep through it
And wake up peacefully in September