Let me start by saying that I love music
I'm cursed like a witch flying on a broomstick
I ain't playing no acoustic I'm about to lose it
Devour the beat like chicken I need a toothpick
Too sick!
The flow hits your nose putrid not deluded super boosted to get you zooted
You've been recruited stupid and I order you to grab the parachute
Before we commute and soar up in the air
Blue skies turn to black space
You're amazed I can see it on your face
But you better brace for impact, matter of fact, I'll attack your brain leaving your skull cracked
Busted yeah
I'm the winner son you rack and these other suckers get brushed off like plaque
All they do is yack and still I never heard one word
Only auto tuned slurs on the verge of unheard
This is how we kick it rip it like a speeding ticket going over the limit
If theres even a digit for this level of wickedness
Were the sickest that ever did it, pay us a visit
But first fill out this waiver then purchase a ticket
Get it got it gone good
We be burning up like a stack of fire wood
Turn it up to the max lets get jacked
And if you lose your mind I gotta spare in the back
If you need repairs I got tools over there
But I swear they are idiots they really need prayer
I don't know if they can read or not thats a might
But it's obvious their not like Will Smith bright
But it seems they are suffering from a slight concussion
Cause all I hear is yelling and cussing over percussion
Saying a whole lotta huh
What you even say
For me to listen to your song I need a daily pay
Make that an hourly because I need every bit of morivation
To make it through one sour session with you
Who you faking I got the power to leave your knees shaking
Just from the presentation of my creation that blew up
In your face and judging by your facial expression it burns like mace, yep
Know your place I aint budging cause me and my cousins are crushing
Then flushing the competition to nonexistence