Verse 1 It's I, the "no mercy" guy Mostly hi and bye, ya not worth the time Smooth sh**, Cute chick, with the flirtsy eyes Known to spit quick and sly so the skirts be high No curtsy, better than the worst of guys But still bring em to they knees like they worship I Never got why the church claim to worship God But that blasphemy talk, it'll hurt the tithes I been off my sh** and out my noggin Basket case with dick like Baskin-Robbins Still the masked mob with the guys Chicks get heart eyes for lost boys like bats and robins Back and starving, hungry for these garbage artists I'm astronomical like the TARDIS Public enemy number one, beg the pardon of the president The art-form's tarnished, the art is irrelevant One part beast With an Insatiable appetite to feast on beats, putting pen on sheet Vocab impeccable, been on geek Really bummy n***a, so the lyrics on tweak Elite, but n***as, they'll lie for the commas These chickens striptease and Popeyes for the dollars Still in the lead, and a tough act to follow Guess that red pill got too hard to swallow