[Verse 1: Ashtin Larold]
I love the sound of this pen when I click it
Yes, I'm wicked with an original blend of verbal sickness
I'm dirtier than dirty dishes in your kitchen
When you clean 'em while you listen to the vicious sh** I've written
I got nutrition like a bowl of Frosted Flakes
I k**ed a tiger, took his stripes, and now I'm more than good, I'm great
It's fair to say that I'm the icing on the cake
Cause I'm the best on planet Earth and the king in outer space
I'm probably the freshest white rapper in history
Cause I'm fresher than Mr. Clean dipped in Wintergreen Listerine
And, for me, victory isn't bittersweet
I require no affection; Mr. T wouldn't pity me
You're still in Little League, I'm in the f**ing Majors
I'm the owner, the manager, the coach, and all the players
My diet consists of superheroes and Hall-of-Famers
Ate the Hulk, Superman, and Babe Ruth without a chaser
Yo, and I got puns by the sh**load
I'll rip holes in big chodes; you think they spit dope?
You're gonna get cuts and bruises traveling this road
This game will chew you up and spit you out; don't think that it won't
Yo, but I've yet to be digested
Probably cause this rap game knows I'm too fresh to mess with
This mainstream music is so f**ing congested
By these talentless f*ggots who are so f**ing relentless
They've infected the soul of rap
Its' current state resembles a bowl of crap
I have a notion that, rap has an open gash
And these no-talent h*mos plan on exposing that
Yo, but I'm the Neosporin for that wound
Disinfectin' the world of these illiterate goons
So don't be suspicious of my deliciously spit tunes
Because I would never deliberately trick you
I'm sicker than the Avian flu
You're lucky I bother communicatin' with you
I'm 'bout to lose my motherf**ing patience with you
And f** the Godliness; I'm going straight Satan on you
I suppose that my bars belong in sanitariums
Or locked up within the shark tanks of aquariums
If you don't wanna give me a chance, then you are very dumb
And all the naysayers, s** a big, fat, hairy one
And that about sums it up:
You either see my genius, or you think I'm dumb as f**
If you think I'm dumb, then my sarcastic thumb goes up
But if you like my sh**, then play it loud; pump it up