Verse 1
It's I, the "no mercy" guy
Mostly hi and bye, ya not worth the time
Smooth sh**, Cute chick, with the flirtsy eyes
Known to spit quick and sly so the skirts be high
No curtsy, better than the worst of guys
But still bring em to they knees like they worship I
Never got why the church claim to worship God
But that blasphemy talk, it'll hurt the tithes
I been off my sh** and out my noggin
Basket case with dick like Baskin-Robbins
Still the masked mob with the guys
Chicks get heart eyes for lost boys like bats and robins
Back and starving, hungry for these garbage artists
I'm astronomical like the TARDIS
Public enemy number one, beg the pardon of the president
The art-form's tarnished, the art is irrelevant
One part beast
With an Insatiable appetite to feast on beats, putting pen on sheet
Vocab impeccable, been on geek
Really bummy n***a, so the lyrics on tweak
Elite, but n***as, they'll lie for the commas
These chickens striptease and Popeyes for the dollars
Still in the lead, and a tough act to follow
Guess that red pill got too hard to swallow