[Verse 1: 1200]
I feel like I got ADD
Cause when I'm in cla**es all I see are big a** a**es
Double D's and I'm on KTT
Seven tabs open, and three of em ain't my laptop
I will sell pills to the f**ing school mascot
My community is destroyed
Why uplift these boys, we usually get the void
Nobody can create, all they want are rebates
n***as ain't never satisfied until they rot and cremate
Burn baby burn, the ash of the middle cla**
Think you got some nice a** kicks until somebody kick yo a**
And from there it escalates, instead of tryna separate
Section 8 n***as come within inches the Devil's face
Dante's Inferno level 8, that's just a rebel's fate
Eat a** face when they find out how the metal tastes
Finally the moment comes, welcome home to Heaven's gates
Streets made of gold and every phantom has to levitate
[Hook: JOHN MiKE] (x4)
Cos I got it by the motherf**ing boatload
And your f**ing b**h is a f**ing bozo
Yeah you know though
[Verse 2: JOHN MiKE]
Sick with the mathematics
Come in and blasting lyrical visual graphics
Got the tools like I'm a mechanic
b**h you kinda looking like plastic
Looking like plastic, you looking real fake
Man don't make a mistake cos your a** gon get sprayed
And this ain't no computer you can't escape
Dude got a p**y he finna menstruate
Finna menstruate, just look at how he acting
They say that your friends down but then they start acting like f*ggots
When you get a little buzz, I'm smoking marijuana
While I'm eating grey poupon and your b**h acting like a lobster
A crawfish, yeah that's your b**h, she's on my dick
And UPFM taking over dog and that's just how it is
That's how it is, it's not gonna change
I'm all in the lead and I'm winning the race
And how does it feel, dog how does it taste
To know that your a** all in last place
And when you drop your mixtape, ain't no-one gon download
So you might as well just pack your sh** get ready for the high road
You think you dropping bangers, you think you dropping hits
But your vocals ain't even mastered, dog go and get them sh**s mixed
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Grand Kaiser]
Bringing hell onto bottom feeders
Hit your a** with heatseekers
Heathens become believers sacrificing to try and reach us
I am the para-reaper, come meet the gatekeeper
The blind cannot be cured if you sleeping you'll never see us
Formulating plans while your a** is still sleeping
Wake up in the morning I'mma run up and creep ya
b**h I'm cold like a fever, leave your a** barely breathing
Heard your sh** always leaking, and your b**h always freaking
I'm in league with some vengeful demons, we running the f**ing building
Leave your body intact, your head up in the ceilings
I'm different, they don't see the knowledge I personify
The torture I bring to sinners probably make them more than die
Presidential savior, my influence is radiant
City of the living dead, I'm bout to crush your cranium
Fear is the mind k**er I avoid it by any means
Boston my city b**h, UPFM my f**ing team
[Hook]