Prime - Despicable lyrics

I come around like what goes around, what goes up must come down Anyone who comes up must go down, might as well go for the gusto now Better not let up, better not let them breathe, last shot, give it all you got Try to turn me down, b**h, get f**ed with a volume knob, f** all you snobs Hoes, I hope all you rot, two bottles of Lubriderm and a box of condoms Is that all you brought? And you want a ménage à trois, you twats? f** that, I'd rather turn this club to a bar-room brawl Get rowdy as Roethlisberger in a bathroom stall Like a leech stuck in a vacuum y'all, ain't nothing but a whole lot of s**ing Going on in rap, yeah but I'm home, bad to the bone Back in the zone, let him alone, you don't want to go eggin' him on It'll never be my chair that you own, crown so tight that it cuts off Circulation to the brain, no oxygen, other words, there's no heir to the throne When I die so does hip-hop, Hitchco*k of the sh** b**h ask Doc Doc got it ziplocked in a bag, you f*gs ain't been able to fade me Since Kid Rock had a high top, keep bloggin' while I mind-boggle And I zone like I'm in the twilight, dog, get off my bone This is my mic, doggonit; I like hoggin' it Flow's so wet I'mma take this beat tobogganin', I'm waterloggin' it I'm soggin' it, pull your verse out the beat and stomp on it Suplexing it on cement like I'm on some "Straight Outta Compton" sh** Take this dick and chomp on it, I'm so bad I can b**h-slap A back-handed compliment, jacka**, eat a donkey dick The game I just about conquered it, like Donkey Kong, I'm bonkers, b**h I'm the king of this honkey sh**, I reign supreme in this honkey sh** No sense screaming and arguing, makes no difference Whether a Benz or Bentley or a Beamer's the car you in You think you ball? Well, I palm it, I throw up bombs when I vomit Boy, I throw down in the kitchen might hit your mom with my omelette But you got egg on your face, now watch me drop an atomic I should be strapped to the chest of a kamikaze b**h, I'm as batsh** as Ozzy, it's obvious, you can tell right off the bat No pun intended, but come any closer, I'll bite off your head Tryna give me the finger's kinda like giving a spider the web I'm just gonna spin it and try to use it to my advantage I'll catch a fly in that b**h, you think you fly, you just food I give as much of a flying f** as that Superman dude Guess I just do what you can't do and make you look stupid and bamboozled Confused as usual and you can get whipped, she can open a can too But you better hope you can handle the heat or stay the f** Outta Hell's kitchen, I came to co*k block like a square f**ing male chicken, yeah, it's Shady, s*ut; the rest Can s** on a big one, cause I'm as despicable as Daffy Duck when I'm spittin'