[Verse: Andrew Holland]
The monster's back, he's ripping beats, I hope you feel intimidated
The way I'm spitting heat's leaving haters incinerated
Get to match up my flow with the track's tempo, tonight I'm misbehaving
Forget technicalities! Your a** is getting eliminated!
Been a hot minute since I dropped some new stuff
I was afraid that all my rhymes were getting used up
Voice smooth like velvet, track rock-hard, maybe it's too rough
Either way, I'm back; you hate, I really don't give two WHATS!?
Heard your other verses, and I just think you should quit, man
Y'all can't stick with the rhythm, and your rhyme schemes are a bit lame
Typing down below, wondering if what I spit's fake
Nah, my rhymes are the truth, like Paul Pierce's nickname
I'm really freaking against all you little weaklings
Pa** the beat to me, I'll run with it: Super Bowl weekend
And if you think you can beat this, you can go ahead and get gone
I'm coming in clutch: I'm James White up in the end zone!