Dunkey - Overpowered lyrics

[Intro] From the second part of Final Boss my fans are still in shock So all you fake-a** YouTube rappers keep your eyes upon the clock You better sign up for a track team while you're running out of time Because my rhymes are like Transformers and Ninja Turtles combined [Verse] Reach for a star, get burnt, b**h, you're just one of many Whose reach exceeded their grasp and now they're f**in' buried I'm knocking cats out left and right like it's Tom and Jerry We might as well call this map Summoner's Cemetery I'm Scooby Doo in the top lane, you don't got a clue I'm in the jungle, but when I gank I come out the blue Your a** just sitting there like furniture so take a seat I'll drop this beat on your head like it was concrete You ba*tards, you cowards, you liars, you broads You two-faced backstabbing, dick-s**ing frauds I hope one day that Korean b**h will burn in hell These hoes is pa**ing STDs like it's NFL That penta-k** was an appetizer, now what's for dinner Your match history reminding me of ducks in winter I'm taking two-bit players unto another level You know, the one where it's hot and you can meet the devil Scientists claim my rapping's the cause of global warming Cause all these flaming hot bars that I am always forging You guys are drinking Dr. Pepper, I'm drinking Mountain Dew My name is Jason Gastrow, who the f** are you? Soil yourself, your sk**s are dirt, but I am gra** Relate myself to a donkey cause I'm a bada** To even comprehend my score you need a calculator I'm who they cast if Stanley Kubrick made The Terminator Ask 'em why they freeze my lane, they said I'm too cold So many minors on this game, I'm rolling in the gold The pyramids are just a cover for my ancient tomb My safe deposit box located on the f**ing Moon Every other day there's fans that say I'm getting crappy How the f** am I supposed to keep a million people happy? I'm like driving in New York after dark Cause I ain't going nowhere, so call me Rosa Parks I pulled your top lane's f**in' card and scored an ace Told him it read "get good" and mailed it to his base [Take some... uh... chicken Put cheese on there Add some lettuce And then you just roll that up in a tortilla] That's a wrap Wake me up when you can face me, I'mma take a nap To escape the reality of your sh**ty team As I arise from my sleep to live the American dream