n***a I will rap a circle 'round, a circle 'round you
I navigate with wizardry throughout the Earth around you. (Earth around you)
Shout-out to Drake, No b**h could be the "Best I Ever Had" (Ever had)
My candy cane dick and mint balls, but she ain't s**in' if her breath is bad!
Sufferin' Succotash right now I'm bubbling f** her past
Google me hoochie groupie, watch what I come up as (come up as)
I'm the man in this b**h, so bide the man in this b**h
Now b**hes want my intention like the Canibus diss
You ain't got no mechanical mandible quit handling dick
We liked you before the army now we ain't a fan of your sh**
You know my mad pop, Detroit is my backdrop
Now shut your a** up and go have some s** with your laptop
Ha, You too nerdy I'm too scurvy
One gun pointed at your head, my silhouette lookin' like two-thirty
The only thing in this life I can't fight is violence
Bar Exam 3 dropping same night the fight is
You sleeping I'll take a knife and aim right for your eyelids, (SLAUGHTERHOUSE!)
Right, I got an insane cypher
And if you step in my lane claiming you way nicer
I'ma be wiping your brains off of my Range wipers
I will handle you, the .357 got handled dude
The barrel stick out longer than the handle do
I'll shoot you, your crew
And the cops riding with you
I got issues They call me shot five nickel
Equivalent to the psychical lock by a pitbull
To whip me is impossible, rock a pinnacle drinking
The opposite of subliminal thinking, Compared to y'all I'm a don, a criminal kingpin
I see why these n***as wanna run
When I invite them to the loneliest place in the world one on one
And tell your mama I'm a baller
Matter fact tell your mama I'ma call her
Hurricane flowing like water, I'm grounded like Katrina
I sound like I fell in on New Orleans allow me to go
Dionne Warwick (Warwick!)
And make a prediction for the future drama, I'm for it
You dissed melodic artists; I bring all of my private parts to your
Private party and stick 'em inside your daughter
Psychotic aura, the hat on my head is not a fedora
The reason why your wifey's bottom is sorer (sorer)
Benzino the hardest n***a? You know don't know him from hammers
You know him for talking sh** with N.O.R.E. behind the cameras
I blam at ya', I damage ya, Wait, Did I just say blam at ya and damage ya?
f** it! These n***as amateurs (amateurs)
I handle toasters, I'm feeling like my Grammy closer
And your b**h can feel a pin like Emani Poster
Walkin' around with handheld ovens
That ring! And change your color like Sammy Sosa
I'm sick of man who grosser
I spit it from the stomach with a ulcer and if you want it, you can come in closer
And experience the taste of a knuckle sandwich
Waste your father, waste you mother, f** your parents
Play with me you know you playing on All-Madden
You all Latin till your potato get all gratined
You all phoney Tony Montana 'til I stick you
In the dirt and call you Irf Tone like fall fashion
Haha! Pardon, I had to laugh at that one
Usually I laugh at rappers
Wrap both of my hands around they adam's apples and squeeze
Until they see the light inside the tabernacle, No coming back from that one!
[Outro:Woman]
You know Royce gon' k** all of y'all n***as, right?
That n***a's crazy!