[Verse 1]
Pick 'em off, ye, music's like a duck hunt
Title match, tidal wave splash on you daft c*nts
Count 'em up, rappers making tallies of they have nots
I'ma make some sh** that I can pa** down to my grandsons
We don't give a f**, (what) your momma says you're handsome
(What) But here's a beat to make you mean mouth your grand mum
b**h please like a motha f**ing anthem
And I don't feel sorry, look I even spared a hand gun
Powerful, and I'm only messing 'round a little bit
Gotta make ya ill, feel sick 'til ya spill sh**
That's how it goes, alls I needs a couple bricks to build with
A couple bricks and I'mma build myself a pyramid
Look alive, I've been wrecking crowds since back in high school
Town hero, rain down on em like a typhoon
f** ya thinking man? Bragging is my right
Got a phototype for my people to get hyped to
[Drop]
[Verse 2]
On some crazy sh**, other rappers baby dick
p**y talk, lady bits, f** 'em all
Lately it's like all that sh** gets 86
Wipe 'em out, wipe 'em out
Hold up though, they baby b**h
They hiding out, they hiding out
But we on a higher route, we the type that's wilin' out
'Til they beg us, 'til they plead us
"Put that fire out!"
I'm about to burn 'em down fire mouth
I've been singin' competition, they just lie about it
Go ahead, do your worst, I won't bu*ton my lip
First to tell ya that you never bump as large as my sh**
Caveman, banging out these beats hard with my fists
So cold, you don't know we got ice dicks
Watch out now I'm over here, try and catch my drift
Runaway train, I could crash through and I hit
Oh what, you didn't know? Pigeon Hole's alive-ish
Murder, murder heat that make you leap from the hypeness