[Verse 1: Sir Skitzo] Yo, yo! Aah! Look, yo It's free smoke, so I'll light one Light two, 'cause why one? Yo, I don't smoke, but I'mma go for broke When I burn it all, then buy some Find a wife with a tight one Bust a nut, and yell, "Hi, son!" Used to have a lot of money, but they gotta take it from me 'Til I'm in the hole like a dyke's tongue Why we chasing these bimbos Who are pa**ed around like they're info? Rappers sounding so simple Yet still selling platinum singles Rapping rich, while I been broke Sky's the limit, I been low Wasn't getting by, I was getting high But now I'm back to ground like limbo Silent guard on my heart for the fake I'm quiet, but violent, marking my fate Trying to find it by fighting Goliath 'Cause I am a giant who's harder to slay I'm fire at writing, and starting today I'll target your heart, and I'll harvest decay Farthest away to hop in a grave But I never do harmless: I'm part of the prey Look, so I'm always running You could say that my bars are cunning Like ipecac, they're all hard to stomach And I am the God that they wanna summon All of a sudden, I guess she spoke About how I'm cute, and she deep-throats Bending it down 'til her knee broke And then s**ed my seed like it's free smoke! [Verse 2: PFV] Making interest on a real investment With some higher vantage like a drone I come at they neck like a guillotine Even my skeletons scared to the bone I'm dialed in, calling their bluff, and I'm throwing hands All in: the pressure, it's on These rappers get writers on payroll 'Cause they couldn't hit the ocean from a boat I'm in the mix like I'm grenadine And I'm taking shots like they Kennedy I'm talking, my drinks are the remedy My thoughts are darker than Hennessy I'm proposing the end with a wedding ring Supposing I couldn't just let it be I'm bolder than capital lettering My flow's getting stole by a veteran! (aah!) Taking shots like a vaccination, as I set fire like a concentration camp The best writer getting better And you got a resume about the size of the eyes of an Asian man I make cuts like razors can't You dried out: you raisin brand You bite bars like candy Can we get a reset like Plan B? Damn! On top of the cla** like a letterman The studio truly my residence I trump 'em when I set the precedence You making sense like Chinese to a Mexican! Been cooking like I got an empty stomach Treading for mills, so I gotta run it I'll dead it for real, while they head over heels For the godliest flow: I'm the Second Coming! [Outro: Drake] And more chune for your headtop So watch how you speak on my name, you know?