EOM - Coins (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Ashtin Larold] I love the sound of this pen when I click it Yes, I'm wicked with an original blend of verbal sickness I'm dirtier than dirty dishes in your kitchen When you clean 'em while you listen to the vicious sh** I've written I got nutrition like a bowl of Frosted Flakes I k**ed a tiger, took his stripes, and now I'm more than good, I'm great It's fair to say that I'm the icing on the cake Cause I'm the best on planet Earth and the king in outer space I'm probably the freshest white rapper in history Cause I'm fresher than Mr. Clean dipped in Wintergreen Listerine And, for me, victory isn't bittersweet I require no affection; Mr. T wouldn't pity me You're still in Little League, I'm in the f**ing Majors I'm the owner, the manager, the coach, and all the players My diet consists of superheroes and Hall-of-Famers Ate the Hulk, Superman, and Babe Ruth without a chaser Yo, and I got puns by the sh**load I'll rip holes in big chodes; you think they spit dope? You're gonna get cuts and bruises traveling this road This game will chew you up and spit you out; don't think that it won't Yo, but I've yet to be digested Probably cause this rap game knows I'm too fresh to mess with This mainstream music is so f**ing congested By these talentless f*ggots who are so f**ing relentless They've infected the soul of rap Its' current state resembles a bowl of crap I have a notion that, rap has an open gash And these no-talent h*mos plan on exposing that Yo, but I'm the Neosporin for that wound Disinfectin' the world of these illiterate goons So don't be suspicious of my deliciously spit tunes Because I would never deliberately trick you I'm sicker than the Avian flu You're lucky I bother communicatin' with you I'm 'bout to lose my motherf**ing patience with you And f** the Godliness; I'm going straight Satan on you I suppose that my bars belong in sanitariums Or locked up within the shark tanks of aquariums If you don't wanna give me a chance, then you are very dumb And all the naysayers, s** a big, fat, hairy one And that about sums it up: You either see my genius, or you think I'm dumb as f** If you think I'm dumb, then my sarcastic thumb goes up But if you like my sh**, then play it loud; pump it up