[Verse 1 - K. Luci]
Pa** your boy the microphone
Other rap n***as nothing but microbes
Me, I'm spitting rhymes that are are kind of dope
And as the world turns like a gyroscope
I pray for long life, but hope the way I die is dope
Real sh**
This your favorite superhero's theme song
Me and my team tend to teem on
Destroying everybody that we see on the premises with penmanship
I'm getting sick of getting sick
Maizy made me realize the game's starting to get to sh**
So yo, let's make it horrorcore and true gore
I can pick you up, we can head to the nearest couture
Snap the necks of n***as outside, run in the shoe store, and duel who*es with dual swords
An Oni-style k**ing spree
The way these n***as think they'll make it is just k**ing me
Cause really b, I be like Okami Zekkeiban, you just nothing to me
Competition need katanas, they ain't cutting it, b
[Verse 2: Waadie]
As I look into the mirror, I can see a rapping beast, no less than a record undefeated
He's got the talent of a virgin slaying poon for the first time
He's a dog, yeah, he murders it
Craft versatile like the Bible
Translate it any way, and have half the worshipping
Better tuck your mind like a purse if you heard of me
Love him, he's contagious, I guess the flow is flu season
Competition salty, but I only got three seasons
Springing into action with the verses, boy
They hot, and you can never cease the chill, because the flow is cold
But I will never fall... I'm Goliath giant
And in the real world...
You silly little Davids fall
[Verse 3: Yung Shonen]
Beast mode in Asbury Park, "Bam Bam" Bigelow
I'm the deuce, getting p**y like a jiggalo
Her back arched, now she singing like, "figaro"
I got a Time Crisis, but she wants the god to reload
Young superhero, don't tug on the cape
My guerillas in the mist, draped in all Bathing Ape
Wet you up with the Tec, yeah, that thing leave you soaked
Word to DM in the PM, that was murder he wrote
2 phone shawty, party hardy, Matt and Jeff
Bad b**h who look like Lita rolling hard for my set
Lyrics sweep 'em like a Swanton bomb for the pin
But as subtle and as calm as a whisper in the wind
Jewelry gold like Kintaro Oe
In the morning I sway to beat the traffic on the road to living lavish
Wandering swordsman, blade forged in the struggle for his soul
I take lives only to remain whole