[Chorus:] Whoa whoa whoa, what do you take us for? [x2] I’m a phenomenon. And I gotta bring pain in the Octagon When I wanna spit game at a soccermom I get it quicker than the left lane on the Audubon Fast; like Ramadan - and I battle young Padawans all the damn day I'm getting nekked and I'm hopping on a wrecking ball so hot I got that mothaf**a a la flambé I go to Miley's house. I see that Miley's home. I play Miley's ribcage with my dick like it's a Xylie-phone Yes, that was highly f**ed up but my sk**s are highly honed And if I was highly hyphy I might be more widely known Se la vie. Better pay my fee They kick it in Seattle in a Patagonia jacket, they get it in the Bay in a plain white tee Hey mami! You a PYT! Wanna see me speak? Then I go (go) go (go) go (go)! Every time I get a beat I know I gotta beat it up, I bend it then I break it then I chop it and I eat it up, And PETA would never approve of the way I’ve been treating the music, I bleed it, I bruise it, I kick it to the curb and then I’m sipping on my bourbon I be freakin it doing it, keeping it moving I’m picking apart the muscle when I’m thinking about the hustle but I’m nice. Nice! [Chorus] I'll jump the freeway median, I'm savage Cause my mode is that I'm meaner than the average
Like my teacher taught me when I heard the crowd applaud I thought I was an atheist until I realized I'm a God It could hurt a bit when I murder sh** in a moment I'll be tying off a tourniquet When I burn em and I hit em in the sternum, I don't even gotta enter but I'm gonna win the tournament That's what I'm all about. Do what I gotta do and never gonna pout And I hope that it woulda been the end of it and I'm out, but they never tend to gimme the benefit of the doubt Ever since I was a little I kid I know that I've been looking for the hot hot spotlight And if you really wonder what I think about the competition, they were not not not tight I been reading my scripture. Every photobomber wanna be in my picture And ya betta bet I'm living every single day like it's the mothaf**in Catalina Wine Mixer Bada bing bada boom, when I walk in I'm the king of the room And I get it locked in like a king in a tomb, when I spit a toxin and they cough on the fumes Cause I’m back in the nick of time and attacking a fickle mind I’m a jackal I’ll rip his hid I’ma tackle him, pick a fight, I be Dracula set to bite in the black of the bitter night and I’m out. Poof. [Chorus x2]