[Verse: ROC]
It's the return of the kid, spray tracks with cold venom
And metaphors so deep Adele could roll in them
My flow is fresher than freshly squeezed lemonade
While you s**as adding preservatives like freakin Minute Made
Bat a thousand like Barry Bonds, my rap sheet is very long
You fighting a losing battle, suggest you don't carry on
I'm off the charts, wack rappers should play dead
Sub is like my crack, so they call me a basehead
Shake them up before I spray like a can of Krylon
Artistic vandal, spit hot fire, Dylan
Lyrically compare me to gatling gun
Going toes with me on wax, wouldn't that be fun?
Thirty-four to his back like Charles Barkley on the court
Sun Tzu rhyming, homie this the art of war
Put these rappers in a coffin, my condolences
Stay in your lane if you plan on dropping bowling pins
I spit these monkey bars, give y'all something to hang onto
Proper differentiation from this fondue
I'll take a stand even if I gotta sit in
I'm like a broken puzzle piece, I'll never fit in
[Hook: ROC]
You rap stagnant, you fools get dropped like a bad habit
Bout to bloody up this track, man it's mad graphic
Sad tactics get blocked up in bad traffic
Add magic. I merc beats, ain't that tragic?