[Verse 1]
Ayo, pa** the apparatus to the baddest with lyrical jabs like Ca**ius
That crush maggots softer than rabbits, you know my status
Youngblood on a mission to bring demolitions
Onto fake musicians with flows of repetition
Who care about only money, their lyrics are better funny
Until I call them out like Sergeant Gunny
Because me, you already know I'm a pro with the flow since ages ago
Now I'm the next to blow
I'm impeccable, you just terrible
I'm soon to be respectable, you're soon to be forgettable
Unseen to the rap game, it's a shame
That they came in the rap game, spitting weak flames
You can't tame the insane when he spits off the chain fire
Aiming straight at your brain
Like 4 guns, 3 guns, 2 guns, 1
When the finger pulls the trigger, you're done, son
I do this rap ish for fun
It's like I keep my best rhymes like a case of a million guns
Flow marksman, with a warrant for arson
My sk** sharpens while my determination hardens
It's war when you hear me knocking at your door
So good that you'll be coming back for more
But there is more, called your bluff if you think I had enough
So get tough, cream puff, if you don't wanna get snuffed
My advice: rewrite your best if you wish to pa** the test
To wrest the mic off my hands in this quest
[Hook]
Pa** the apparatus to the baddest (4x)
[Verse 2]
Check the technique, son, they not ready
For my E-X-P-E-R-T-I-S-E
In this rap game, keep the beat steady
While I grip the mic handle like Jason's machete
Watch me snap necks with my rhymes complex
Then I wrecks the next chump, put him into a hex
A mojo, flow so goddamn loco
Going against me while I'm solo is a no-no
Give peace a chance? I'm no Yoko Ono
But I'll turn your Sunday to a Bloody Sunday like Bono
You 2, your rhymes are doo-doo
They're see through like fishnets, you best to run when I come through
[Hook]