[Verse 1] I'm love struck, f** struck Beats me hard, while my mind's stuck Sticks to me like a nun chuck Ninja sh**, k** bill sh** Yet I Murder don't give one f** Like that one truck That k**ed a hundred for 1 buck What the f**, my minds open Like a damn viaduct Defense up, 3 Dice Gamble sh** like chuck-a-luck Got my friends like Donald duck And I see sh** in close up Bright yellow bu*tercup Gra** green country club Close hugs . like bearcubs Near defeat yet no shrug I got to a point where my mind was a peak of a mountain it happened Damn Look at my eyes, I'm a light, I'm a shine I'm a f**ing Arora-borealis I vanish, I'm hot as Havana that's Spanish, not quite, a phoenix I burn cause I'm manic The tan is dramatic, I run in a panic, as tragedy lingers the foes that I face always get the advantage Break the ice, new acquaintance But he's shady, f** the pagans Sour tone, that's a smelly fragrance Why the f** do you hate the Asians? Motherf**er, you should burn you racist Switch to prison while they trading places Get to game then they process faces Then they feed you dead, while they hold your braces [Hook] X2 We got no more limits Motherf**er listen we got no more limits Ay, we got no more limits Ay, we got no more limits Ay! [Verse 2] Take a look at my product Take a breath of my product Get a bit of my product Take a sip of my product Watch the flow of my product Lay like snow with my product Ice f**ing burns with my product Jump all the herds with my product My product is mental The feeling is gentle It's so sentimental Game game oriental Don't hate the fact that I'm k**ing this sh** or I'll find where you live and then cancel All of the feelings that you make for sh** when you think you're the god of all the planets banter I'm running for senate The rap Michael Bennett I spit and I meant it Get hate and repent it Pick up the pieces you leave and then send em to god cause fixes and mend it Listen to me cause I got a new image it's something I love and a man recommend it Open like a viaduct Blood pours when it's violent People sitting there silent Its mental for asylum Get my words and then rhyme them Hear the beats so I time them Guess I'm catching my prime then Catch the thief then I find them Pipelines, Gillie suit Break time, had to loot Kitchen food, from the lot Food stamps, you a troop He's a wild dog and he's chased down Quicksilver b**h like a greyhound Push the limits to make ground Like Dre's pound, how'd they sound? Like a mill b**h, back a silly b**h Cause when she's right be Billy Kidd Fire gun's like dilly did and it's clear as blue in the Phillis b**h [Hook] X2 We got no more limits Motherf**er listen we got no more limits Ay, we got no more limits Ay, we got no more limits Ay!