Verse 1: Sick with Cancer Move your body like a dancer Never ask any thin' 'bout me cause am the gangster Flier than a fly am, dropping See, am still underground but I am still deeper than a basement Boombaptist detonating bombs like BOOM BOOM KABOOM! Still figuring who I am! Me so talented, I measure me rap sk**s in centimeters But, am taking a gentle drive with some friends Now am k**ing rappers like a fiend With my talons like pins Verse 2: Boombaptist! Rampaging a campaign That's why I set a camp torturing all these fake a** rappers Seth got his face stuck with some banners It was raining made some puddles Mama made some noodles I know that it wasn't supposed to be a riddle But hey, Boom-baptist's gonna make it smooth and easy