Part 1:
Eyo, I'm above the average, godlike flow and lyrics
So tough n savage. m.o.w. is going to roughly damage
You sh**-faced ugly ba*tards, trippin' on sum acids
Freakin weak-a** baskets, kickin' a**es, kids hara**in, wicked, blasted, b**h-a** rappers
That be getting a lotta money wit a little bit a sk**, critter
Your tracks make me wanna crack a neck wit vigor or go huntin' like Jack the Ripper
I make your body shiver and your back's gonna quiver, yeah
I rag you bitter, you better never ever pa** my path heavy hitter
Hook (2X):
You are a Sell-Out! A f**in' [co*ky] Sell-Out!
I wanna kick, till you black out
Step back b**h, or instantly back out
You gimmicky f*g yau
I don't wanna see it, I don't wanna hear it
I don't wanna feel it, I don't wanna witness your dumb rap sh**!
Part 2:
I'm tha sickest MC out of Austria. You f*gs gimme a feelin' of nausea
My rhymez are precise, educated marksman. Your lines summarized, fabricated talking
I initiate shooting wit mah LMG to eliminate my stupid enemies
I intimidate their complete families and liquidate em'. They'll suffer agony!
Verbally abusing everybody, I'm causing Sell-Outs melancholies
Sell-Out f**s, rockin the charts with no personal contribution
Sell-Out s*uts, whoring around it is internal prostitution
The only solution, is extirpating this evolution
Hook (3X):
You are a Sell-Out! A f**in' [co*ky] Sell-Out!
I wanna kick, till you black out
Step back b**h, or instantly back out
You gimmicky f*g yau
I don't wanna see it, I don't wanna hear it
I don't wanna feel it, I don't wanna witness your dumb rap sh**!
You are a motherf**in' Sell-Out