Sound the alarm I'm bout to go off Kept it quiet last year Now I'm here It's the only white dude to be feared I'm coming for your fans I'm coming for your mans I change the game Rotate the frame Beholder's eye, I seize the day I flash a smile, get it It's my birthday in heaven You came to die? Foresee these basic b**hes With my third eye I summon from the east and the south Baby north west Kardashian, go ask your friend I'll send kisses from Letterman Realness can't be bought or imitated, Aldi Feel the floor shake, get you drunk like Bacardi I'm terrified of d**, but this record's like molly Got your tongue, got your love, I'm sorry I'm not sorry Now What? Sound the alarm I'm 'bout to go off What I gotta do to prove my point? You a cracked out flop king, I anoint I am the height I'm the best of the best Stop you dead, cardiac arrest Don't test my hype, too cla** to fight So I'll sell the place out to Mark's delight The Fahrenheit got me soakin The fans and they are smokin' A strictly hot crowd On Wednesdays we wear pink I play my beats loud And the stage my place to think They tell me I'm the best And I say, no, I'm better I don't set bars, I shoot for stars Cos I'm a trendsetter On jazzy sh**, I riff Drive your Benz off a cliff Before you catch my drift I am gone to run with it Cos I'm in control, like your mother Master of the house, you greasy motherf**er Holla