Unh Pound cake without the frosting Slug a couple k**as off the Louisville roster Shouts to my partner, Back Pack we the authors If so, I'll be the last brotha known to k** ya offspring Drill a hole through a melon with the strongest rifle Costco placed "Fiction" on the Holy Bible k** 'em all, k** 'em all is my only survival f** 'em all, f** 'em all cause I really don't like you We let the degenerates in, instead of the underground Now Hip Hop is going down, while I got troubles on my mind, too Mind you, if it wasn't for the music scene A lot of rappers would still be frying it up without the 16's You rap 16 bars to get it started I rap 32 at a time, turn you to post-mortem You just posted bail cause you know you sorry Now you deep into Child Support because of Maury Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake is all we argue 'bout Snake, c*nt, phony, and a fake is what I'm pointing out Nosetalgia on your cheeks, chin and your snout Crack got the best of these n***as, they know who I'm talking 'bout If I'm a take shots, it's gonna be legitimate "Dictionary Rap" was for Waka Flocka, but he ain't getting it GodKidd, Kidd Da Legend, Kidd•Loe So many different aliases, you swore it was a code Black suits in the room, of course you know what it's for The asylum is my sanctum sanctorum, you know where I go Penniless like a Frenchman; I've been him; 6 a.m., it's cold, now I can't fit in Warm clothes turned to icebergs because of the weatherman This is beyond hell, cuz it damn sure ain't heaven, man This is a bargaining chip used in the control system This is why I come strong with hooks and carry two pistols I'm the sh**, but not equivalent to feces in the zoo Wordplay homeboy, that means I'm not a Shih Tzu If you've ever leaked on a jacket, you too would call it a peacoat But don't misconstrue the facts, part of it's why I don't vote Heavy-handed, leave you disbanded, grieve the empty-handed No amount of coins can tell 'em how to survive in dangerous lands And this is only the beginning how I'm scratching the surface d**h in every direction, who's really worth it? Bars in every direction, who can out-word the wordsmith? I get better every time I take off, G5 Watch the 747 Boeing land on that pad, crunch-time I saw, I came, I conquered; see, the wordplay and metaphors take honor Of being in the presence of a real dealer, no fake n***as, it'll be all awkward Pound Cake, Pt. 1 b**h, I ain't finished yet Part 2 coming soon, I never said I was getting 'it' Are you finally getting it? Cause the way these new n***as be rapping, I'm getting sick of it Take the same mic' and shove it down their colon and make 'em sh** Them weak lines you call rap, f**boy I ain't feelin' it A hint of ignorance, I'll be vigilant with the diligence Swift roll call, but none of you fools are entered in A f**ing genius, b**h you better believe it A-Plus, A-1 Steak Sauce, you needs it Slap my T-bone across shawty grill, I got her fiendin' ASAP like the mob and them, I honor them Break my bars down and put them up for the auction Then break legs, break jaws, break arms Break smirks on faces, and snap in half that f**ing lucky charm I'm not your lucky charm, I'm an atomic bomb Pearl Harbor, December 7, 1941, they all gone Better watch your mouth boy, they all wrong A lot of k**as starving and the beef is roasting dawg I call this the hunger games while it's catching fire, ahh If I'm not sickening to you, then it's not malicious enough If I'm not crushing your crew, then it's not vicious or tough But I'm not doubtin' my bars just so you give a f** I'm a obliterate the competition, cremate your flows, shoot the A&R's Rob the God MC if it ain't me, stick up the K-I-N-G, force feed the police Like what happened to Yasiin, throw my middle finger up, and still keep it clean Rip through rap n***as flesh with my bars as a guillotine Go run and tell Drake and JAY to come f** with me… Naw, not really You not getting the tricks little rabbit, you're too silly K-I-DD D-A L-E-G-E-N-D, I'm too illy And after that, I would go a bit further But this is where I end, and I say-- MURDER!!!